Calendar of the Soul 25th and 26th week

Twenty-fifth Week (September 22-28)

I can belong now to myself And shining spread my inner light Into the dark of space and time. Toward sleep is urging all creation, But inmost soul must stay awake And carry wakefully sun's glowing Into the winter's icy flowing.

Ich darf nun mir gehören Und leuchtend breiten Innenlicht In Raumes- und in Zeitenfinsternis. Zum Schlafe drängt natürlich Wesen, Der Seele Tiefen sollen wachen Und wachend tragen Sonnengluten In kalte Winterfluten. Calendar of the Soul Twenty-sixth Week (September 26, 2010 - October 02, 2010) O Nature, your maternal life I bear within the essence of my will. And my will's fiery energy Shall steel my spirit striving, That sense of self springs forth from it To hold me in myself. Natur, dein mütterliches Sein, Ich trage es in meinem Willenswesen; Und meines Willens Feuermacht, Sie stählet meines Geistes Triebe, Dass sie gebären Selbstgefühl, Zu tragen mich in mir.

Calendar of the Soul September 5th

Calendar of the Soul

[September 05, 2010 - September 11, 2010]

Twenty-third Week

There dims in damp autumnal air
The senses' luring magic;
The light's revealing radiance
Is dulled by hazy veils of mist.
In distances around me I can see
The autumn's winter sleep;
The summer's life has yielded
Itself into my keeping.
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English translation by Ruth and Hans Pusch
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Es dämpfet herbstlich sich
Der Sinne Reizesstreben;
In Lichtesoffenbarung mischen
Der Nebel dumpfe Schleier sich.
Ich selber schau in Raumesweiten
Des Herbstes Winterschlaf
Der Sommer hat an mich
Sich selber hingegeben.
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Created for: The Rudolf Steiner Archive by:
The e.Lib, Inc. (c) 1990-2010

September

Dear apple, on your branch,
please fall into my hat.
For if I take you off the tree,
They'll not be pleased with that!

Apples red and apples green,
please fall down upon the ground.
For if I pick you off the tree,
I cannot say how you've been found.

Apples here and apples there,
please fall into my hand.
My little sisters stand and stare
and wait for you to land.

Hips and haws and thistles tall
stand all around the tree.
All will soon be picked and stored.
Is there not just one for me?

Apples, apples, everywhere,
please let me have just one,
and just two more, please tree,
then September will be done.

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[August 29, 2010 - September 04, 2010]

Twenty-second Week

The light from world-wide spaces
Works on within with living power;
Transformed to light of soul
It shines into the spirit depths
To bring to birth the fruits
Whereby out of the self of worlds
The human self in course of time shall ripen.
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English translation by Ruth and Hans Pusch
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Das Licht aus Weltenweiten,
Im Innern lebt es kräftig fort:
Es wird zum Seelenlichte
Und leuchtet in die Geistestiefen,
Um Früchte zu entbinden,
Die Menschenselbst aus Weltenselbst
Im Zeitenlaufe reifen lassen.
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Created for: The Rudolf Steiner Archive by:
The e.Lib, Inc. (c) 1990-2010

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A lot of fruits of the spirit born this week. We had an amazing weekend camping, with some enlightening experiences. Pictures later.

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Calendar of the Soul

[August 22, 2010 - August 28, 2010]

Twenty-first Week

I feel strange power, bearing fruit
And gaining strength to give myself to me.
I sense the seed maturing
And expectation, light-filled, weaving
Within me on my selfhood's power.
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English translation by Ruth and Hans Pusch
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Ich fühle fruchtend fremde Macht
Sich stärkend mir mich selbst verleihn,
Den Keim empfind ich reifend
Und Ahnung lichtvoll weben
Im Innern an der Selbstheit Macht.
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Last week:

I feel at last my life's reality
Which, severed from the world's existence,
Would in itself obliterate itself,
And building only on its own foundation,
Would in itself bring death upon itself.

And the week before:

In secret to encompass now
With memory what I've newly got
Shall be my striving's further aim:
Thus, ever strengthening, selfhood's forces
Shall be awakened from within
And growing, give me to myself.

August by Elsa Beskow

AUGUST

August-the time of ripeness,
the corn glowing
the berries all ripening.

The magic stands guard,
watching,
the bilberries,
the raspberries,
blackberries,
cranberries,
and gooseberries,
the red and black currants,
the whortleberries,
cloudberries and more.

They dance in a ring,
the Berry Queen smiling,
clad in her August array.

And the magpie-
he just watches.

For he's not interested in August.

He's hungry.