Hermann Hesse

we live as form

We live as form, from truth estranged - surmising (when the pains assail us) eternal realm that never changed, of which dark dreams at night do tell us. We like illusion's false embrace, we're blind and leaderless and lonely - and search in fear through time and place for what's of the eternal only. Salvation we expect and grace from dreams that cannot go the distance - we, who are Gods, and in whose space creation first became existence.

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