Necessity – the loveless mother

– Necessity is the Mother of all action.
– Right, I concur, but who´s its Father?…

When has necessity only ever spawned something great?…
Is Life a matter of necessity?…Is it necessary to live, after all?
Really, what kind of world has necessity brought forth?…- All these numberless destiny-short people around, slaves to its tyranny…Sightless slaves with no perception of the mysterious…
With no receptivity for beauty and the subtle…For the ineffable greatness of being.

Really,

Where are all inspired poets? Where are the real creators? The visionaries?…Where are the prophets to lend a hint of sparkling sense and transcendence?…
Have they all been wiped out by the reckless goddess of the humdrum?…

Euthymia

I revel in your endless night
Praying to your celestial shadow

Your purple light enthralls me
In lofty radiant desire

Bless me with flamboyant colors
Turn your royal glance to me

Remember me Goddess
As your most intimate bard

And I will forever praise you
In my hymns.