Mysterious Psalm/Laszlo Aranyi-Hungary

Mysterious Psalm

              In that which you grasp
              and shape into your own image,
              can you grasp the One
              who shaped you in His own image?
              Can you grasp that
              which the moldy sanctuary conceals,
       if your reanimated shadow
              floats among laughing shadows,
              and you, as a clotted imprint,
              reflect only in remnants,
              retreat, live on, are suspended? But
              can the one behold the two?
              Or is it your own shadow
              that touches you instead of the one that withdrew?
              What does the cauldron conceal
       of those lurking behind sinking phenomena?
              Can He be grasped
              who shaped you in His own image?
              Can that be grasped
              whom you shape into your own image?

Faint-like, Frozen Sleep; Unusual Dream

       Beneath the cracked chitin shell
       continent-sized garbage fields are smoldering.

       Along its accustomed heavenly path
                     the depopulating Earth
              drags its mangled abdomen.

       Faint-like, frozen sleep; unusual dream.
       Faint-like, frozen sleep; unusual dream,
       mysterious scrawls written by ghostly hands
       upon a dust-covered porcelain urn
       invoke Baron Samedi, lord of cemeteries.

       They say: faint-like, frozen sleep; unusual dream.

       Faint-like, frozen sleep; unusual dream,

       for the drinkable juices of Honeyland are crystal pure,

       war, famine, and plague are unknown there,

       everything completes  forming a mythic unity:

       human, plant, animal, and

       the soul

       of Earth.