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Best Poems From
ERHARD HANS JOSEF LANG
(January 8,1957)
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Prayer (translation with its original in Finnish)
Show me your face close-by, O Life.
Grant me to touch it with eyes,
For I love it, yes I do,
although it were ugly.
Nourish me with a spirited fire, O Life.
Step inside of me through mouth and nostrils.
For such a man, whom life's never-ending flood doesn't get on the move
along with it onto its journeying to the ocean of eternity,
he's just a pool of stagnant waters rotting away.
Teach me, O Life, that I would be able to open my heart unto you,
when you speak in the burning shrub.
For Your voice means death and life to hearts.
There is no pitying that heart which is being nailed to a cross
by Your own hands or
which will break down under Your iron sole:
For such a heart's measure will be full.
Pity only to that heart, a thousand times:
pity to the heart, that has never tasted of you, O Life.
Delicious food of God's worms.
by Finnish poet Uuno Kailas (1901 - 1933)
translated by Erhard Hans Josef Lang after its original
in Finnish:
RUKOUS.
Näytä minulle kasvosi läheltä, Elämä.
Suo minun koskea niitä silmilläni.
Sillä minä rakastan niitä, vaikka ne olisivat rumat.
Ruoki minua henkesi tulella, Elämä.
Astu suuni kautta ja sieraimistani sisään.
Sillä se ihminen, jota ei elämän sammumaton tulva tempaa mukaansa matkalle ikuiseen mereen,
hän on vain seisovaa vettä ja mätänee.
Opeta minua, Elämä, että minä osaisin avata sydämeni sinulle,
kun sinä palavassa pensaassa puhut.
Sillä sinun äänesi on sydänten kuolema ja elämä.
Ei ole sääli sitä sydäntä, jonka sinä ristiinnaulitset omin käsin
tahi joka musertuu rautaisen anturasi alle:
sillä sen sydämen mitta on täysi.
Voi sitä sydäntä, tuhannesti:
voi sitä sydäntä, joka ei koskaan maistanut sinua, Elämä,
Jumalan matojen ihana ruoka.
* * *
Uuno Kailas
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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78.
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Pre-Semiotic Ranges Of Aryan Purity
In different classes of Hindu-India's scriptures,
Both of Vedic as well as of popular origin,
There are many instances of
Reference to one report about the expellation of
A certain uneducated and treacherous branch on
The tree of renowned leading Aryan clan communities,
That over the generations had turned exceedingly vicious
And unbearingly annoying inasmuch as,
Disrespecting the country's mainstream harmony & order
Due to an ignorant adventurism on their parts,
They had usurpated for own egotistic schemes
Powers from magical rites of their ancestral mother tribe's sacred lore,
That they came to wield in unruly manner,
Threatening to all forms of life.
Throughout various sources the reports on
That instant are burnished up into striking descriptions that
Vary slightly only in the minor details.
There was a forceful expatriation imposed on the Daanavas, on
A class of what later on by erudite British Christian missionaries
Had been termed in their own translations as
'demons', and, who were,
Indeed, viewed & experienced by ancient Jambu Dvipa's
Prevailing leading seers and their populaces as
A world of wild antipodes recilient to
Their system of peace & order.
That certain tribe of 'demons' referred to here
Had been named in all Hindu scriptures as
The tribe of Daanavas. Now,
By following up on most ancient appellations of
Rivers and places all along the geographical route, in
Direction of which the tribe in question,
Expelled more or less 5000 - 7000 years ago
From the land of their forefathers, must have
Taken on their flight, the said
Mythological tales find themselves
Validified in real-time historical context
With the following conjecture proposing itself.
After the cursed parting of the leaders of the
Dreaded vicious fraternal clans, the latter,
Betaking themselves in Occidental directions,
Wended their ways passing onwards
Farther & farther away from all the lands with
Ancient Aryan fire-sacrificers, such as
The Persian Zoroastrians or sun-worshippers of old,
Until they eventually reached areas surrounding
The Caspian and Black seas, which but
Had been populated strongly from times
Prior to their arrival
By various other powerful tribes,
Such as by Scythes and Hunns, for the most notorious ones,
So that in the end the oncoming Daanavas
Had yet been forced to
Keep on moving further on westwards
While looking for new land to be taken as their own.
It was in the far expanses of virgin forests of
The upper stream of the river Danube only, that
Eventually they had found free land for a homestead, where
They could set up a scheme of rulership of their own device.
The name they came to call
The river along the banks of which they resettled was
The name they had once themselves been known by
Before they left from ancient Jambu Dvipa,
From the lands of modern India -
the Daanava, Europe's longest river, the Danube,
the 'Donau' - as it is known in all German dialects of
The modern-day off-spring of those Daanavas,
A chief branch of all tribes in the heart of Europe
Eversince having populated what later on in time had come to be
Known as Germany, the country of the men
With lances called 'ger' ready to wield.
As an example of the degree of
Relatedness of Alemannic stock that live
Along the outskirts of river Danube and
Those tribes of erstwhile same ancestral
Lineage that had ever happily remained
Back in good old India may serve
The following sample of striking linguistic similitude:
There is one word in the German language that
In southern dialects is being pronounced as something like
'Tsama-shleeasa' (Zusammenschliessen in proper German spelling) , that
Aside from almost its same pronunciation, also has the same meaning
In both modern-day German and the Sanskrit of the ancient
Inhabitants of Jambu Dvipa, where it was spelled as 'samshlesha' -
Its meaning in both cases
Through times and distances being
'The linking-up of all components and parts of
Any intricate functional system
For the purpose of being in command of its control system'.
In Germany of today the term is being
Applied to denote the setting up of an electronical system.
Whereas in ancient Jambu Dvipa the term was
Used to denote the setting up of
The mind-frame of a practitioner of yoga
Connecting the individual with the cosmic mind.
© Erhard Hans Josef Lang
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Puerile Inter-Mind-State Connectivity And Sudden Flights Of Souls Protesting
A sweet little child with a cute, pearly crackling underneath its forehead,
Once at an hour of loneliness,
Called out to the world of spirits,
Inviting to temporarily set up camp
Within the realms of its own mind,
The mind of a late one's from among the names of theirs
In the books, of one already
Stowed away for good, history's part of men,
Dead hard up against being forgotten, one,
Rendered by inevitably long and longer time and times
Eventually another gone-by soul,
Gone already for more than three generations before the child's,
The poor fellow's mind character vehicle, thus said the simple child's mind,
Being ultimately left without means to voice itself anymore,
Unlike then when it still had possessed its erstwhile chassis, the person's frame,
And it had had its driver seat, where the person's head sat and spoke,
Where the defined ego had a one-time steady seat:
'Hey, you, loitering spirit under nude star light,
In your vain cosmic wake out there,
There in the Cool of naked universe,
You bald, cold, clean shaven astral face nudity of an entity there, staying put,
A dead one yet to come alive again,
Without even as much as a mouth-piece for yourself,
Come, come, come into me,
Take up your abode for a while within me,
So that I may talk to you,
And you may talk to one, like a human to a human, once again.'
'But first it is I, who have something to point out to you, dear soul.
So please, listen up! '
'From our birthyears to judge, from mine, the year of 1957,
From yours, which is 1836,
As also to judge, on your part, from your death year,1911,
It may be said that
Both of us have one thing in common:
Neither you, nor I, due to a more lucky timing with our respective births,
Have come to experience the pangs and horrors of WWII.'
(The child being a German, and the invited mind guest a Jew)
'But one thing more, ' spoke the sweet little child:
While you, because your time on earth was over, yet
Before things were staged, talking about the war,
Had never, while alive, come to get the slightest notion of
What was yet to happen after you,
I am the luckier one of us two,
Since it is I, who was lucky enough to have been born,
Way after those days of Satan's travesty of human evil
And its trammels of human life,
But who have had the chance,
By the fact, that such things as WWII did have occurred,
To learn lessons from history
And to therefore be able to write educative poems,
On a lesson, which you, dear soul,
Have not had taken.'
Now, while that poor dead man's soul,
Who had followed
The sweet little child's invitation
To temporarily take up abode within the child's mind,
Was about to reply:
'Well, I, on the other hand, would consider it rather as
My advantage over yours, with regards to our birthyears,
That I had not come to live in such times
Where people heard of cruelties of
The dimension as in your so-called WWII',
It was at that very instant,
At the time when the soul gone for long,
Heaved up a sigh before starting to
Speak up through the mouth of the child, that
A great heavenly holly-pomp-a-loo
Was raised up there on the stage of the spectral cosmic mind theatre,
All of a sudden in both wings,
Left and right of the grand astral stage,
6'594'631 tongues sticking out from souls-in-cosmic-wake of former Jews,
Bonding all together at the same time,
For an enormously grand display of elephantine booing in discontent
Over their all-out sad fate in WWII,
Making such a hell of a noise,
That only the devil himself could excel in it.
For once the sweet little child's inter-mind-state connectivity, indeed,
Had been badly interrupted, with the invited
Soul rushing back, fast, fast, to
Its old, cold cosmic wake,
One call from earth having been
Timed-out on an all too bad reminder.
* Dedicated to Oskar Schindler who had saved from the ghettos of WWII 1'300 Jews, and to Irena Sendler who, as a nurse for epidemic cases having had unobstructed passage into the 19 kms long, high walled Warsaw ghetto, that contained until 1942 400'000 Jews before deportation to their final concentration camps, was able to save the lives of 2'500 Jewish children, by resorting to all kinds of different tricks so as to deceive the relentless Gestapo guards. *
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Tetra Heads Of A Three-Dimensional World Glowing Quadro
What makes the seer see more than all the other seeing ones is
What, by his composure and far-sightedness,
Renders those other seers versus him merely one-eyed, if not to say blind,
- More like wonderfully awed by this grand surprise
Touch-down on the surface of miraculous Earth than
Focusing in on an overwhelming underlying
Beauty of the magic carpet of
Cosmic texture, into which every form of life and thing is secretly woven into,
And from where one could actively start participating in
Enhancing this greatest framed picture of creation in cosmos,
When envisioned,
Without falling out of line with the basic theme song at hand.
The most stalwart organs' play, so to speak, gets
Wasted thin, when short of their players'
Acumen and aspiration for best ends and
Perfection.
Eyes ought to open up to a secret red thread seen running through
The patterns of beauty in the world
For the ones looking out from them to be
Blooming into singular lotus-like flowers of
Vision, who are to
Grace the Earth's lake of life with pure waters ever
Gushing in directly from the spring of love beats of a
HEART that is all too eager to
Strive and break through and
SEE for itself, HEAR for itself... -
The blind root core organ, as it were, reaching out for its embrace of the world,
By every fibre of the body.
The tender plant of intuition needs to be tended to
With loving care and cherished.
Great oraclers first thing
Whenever they hold an appearance on their summit
Light up their torches with inner flames rising heavenward.
But the vessel that holds the
Dissective inspective fire -
The fire that is You and I - must be
Filled up, filled up from within as from without,
Filled with the fermentation of a
Salubrious compost,
gained out of the dross of
One's hazardous venture into
The life of nature.
Life is too wonderful not to try and make the best of it.
Out of divine visions creation is born.
Humans are heads of creation.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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