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Meine Atmung verursacht Bewegung,
Ein vertikales Pendel,
Schaukelnd in seinen eigenen leichten Wind.
Mein Anstaunen wendet aufwärts an Sie--
Ich kenne meine Auftrag,
Meinen Platz im Leben.
Mein Leid ist, als immer,
Für das grössere gute.

Die zutreffendste Tat der Liebe,
Führe ich ohne Beanstandung durch
Noch wünsche für jede mögliche Erwiderung.
Nie ein Lächeln auf meinem Gesicht
Verursacht durch meine eigene Tätigkeit.
Das Recht nie, wünschend zu lieben
Oder zu sein, liebte.
Nie nehmend Seiten,
Immer noch stehend und stark;
Ich kann nicht mir leisten umzuziehen.

Meine Ausgeglichenheit muß intakt bleiben,
Was auch immer die Kosten.
Ich suche nach yang,
Um dem unerträglichen
Yin der Welt entgegenzuwirken.

Dennoch Sie, mein Gott...
Durch alle meine Schwierigkeiten,
Alle meine Jahre als Ruheplatz--
Sie bleiben hier mit mir und wünschen
Für MEINE eigene Freude,
Für MEINE eigene Liebe und warten,
Um MICH zu sehen,
Gerade noch einmal zu lächeln.

Ich... nehmen an, daß ich nicht diese
Merkwürdige Gegenteil verstehen kann.
Es ist nicht mein Platz,
Nicht meine Station.
Ich kann nicht zögern.
Es kann nicht sein.

Wenn nur ich zurückrufen könnte,
Wie man weinen,
Wie man lächelt,
Wie man lebt,
Wie man...liebt.

Nein.

Ich stehe,
der Wächterengel der Welt--
der Wächter des Blinde.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My breathing flows,
A vertical pendulum,
Swaying in its own gentle wind.

My gaze turns upward to You--
I know my mission,
My place in life.
My suffering is, as always,
For the greater good.

The truest act of love,
I perform without complaint,
Nor desire for any reciprocation.
Never a smile on my face
Caused by my own action.
Never desiring the right
To love or be loved.
Never taking sides,
Always standing still and strong;
I cannot afford to move.

My balance must remain intact,
Whatever the cost.
I search for yang
To counteract
The insufferable yin of the world.

Yet You...
Through all my trials,
All my years as a resting place--
You remain here with me,
Wishing for MY own happiness,
For MY own love,
Waiting to see ME smile,
Just once more.

I...suppose I cannot fathom
This bizzare modulation.
It is not my place,
Not my station.
I cannot waver.
It simply cannot be.

If only I could recall
How to cry,
How to smile,
How to live,
How to love...

No.

I will stand,
The Angel, keeping watch over the world--
The Guardian of the blind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

------
'He who knows others is learned. He who knows himself is wise.'
-Lao Tzu

'Tomorrow will take us away,
Far from home--
No one will ever know our names,
But the bards' songs will remain.
Tomorrow, all will be known,
And You're not alone,
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain.
They all will remain
In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind....
Come close Your eyes;
You can see them, too.'
Blind Guardian,
The Bard's Song: Into the Forest


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The following comments are for "Der Wächterengel der Welt"
by the Co.konspirator

Welcome back, William
This piece is very different from your general theme, but you've managed to retain that incredible voice of yours. This is one of those pieces that you can tell is etched upon the writers soul; a perfect poem waiting for the right light to shine through to show it.
It's very human-- the wavering and the strength, the selflessness and the need for acceptance, the eternal paradox. That is balance.
You take my breath away. The German was a nice touch, makes it feel more like you, but I'm glad you left the English translation.
-Casey

( Posted by: shefallssoftly [Member] On: April 5, 2005 )

Co.konsipator...
This is simply lovely, humph, enough said...Robinbird

( Posted by: Robinbird [Member] On: April 6, 2005 )

co.KONSPIRATOR...
Still lovely write, and I'm trying to be patient,
took me 5 times to spell this, thanks to your
words I'm taking deep breaths instead of...
Still lovely write...Robinbird

( Posted by: Robinbird [Member] On: April 6, 2005 )

William, Welcome back!
I haven't been around much but for the past week and I am trying to catch up on my reading, which is difficult to do.....but I am glad to have noticed someone's comment of Welcoming you back and I had to follow it....
Sure paid off,,,,it is almost 3:30 a.m. and I am so happy to have read this William. It seems your time off sure gave you inspiration. This is wonderful, brilliant.....what else can I say....?

sincere good wishes to you,
Darlene

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: April 6, 2005 )

Angel Doubts
The divine made flesh is still flesh and you hit that hard with that beautiful first stanza on breathing; wonderful.

I skipped the German. I ran my eyes over the letters and and I don't know how they sound so I moved on. I imagine you aren't surprised. Made me think of something though, I think I'll send you a PM.

This is great Co.k. -Philo

( Posted by: Philo [Member] On: April 6, 2005 )





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