Poetry Corner:

The Glass Bead Game

We are ready to receive in reverence
the music of the masters, the symphonies of the spheres
and invoke in sacred celebrations
the ancient holy spirits of the blessed ages.

We let ourselves be exalted
by magic, sacred secrets
that capture life’s wild, stormy vigor,
to transform it into revealing symbols.

Like stellar constellations those invocations
pull us into their orbit, give meaning to our life,
and nobody can fall from these circles
except toward the sacred center.

– Herman Hesse