Oh greet that Spirit who can unify us!
For we live truly in metaphors.
And with small steps go the hours
Alongside the day as we really live it.

Having no true bearings
We somehow act as if we had.
The aerial feels the antenna
And broods on the vast, empty distance ...

Pure intensity. Oh music of energies!
Is not every obstacle turned aside
By You in small, venial transactions?

If the farmer worries himself with the question
Of how the sown grain transforms itself in the summer,
He will get nowhere. The Earth gives forth.