“Now and then everything feels wrong and desolate,
and sprawling in pain, weak and exhausted,
every effort reverts to grief,
every joy collapses with broken wings.
and our longing listens for distant summons,
aching to receive news filled with joy.
But we still miss blissHermann Hesse
fortunate fates elude from afar.
Now is the time to listen within,
tend our inner garden mindfully
until new flowers, new blessings can blossom.”
translated by Ludwig Max Fischer
(via Transactions with Beauty)
2 Replies to “Now and Then, poem by Hermann Hesse”
May your “inner garden” blossom and thrive Debra!