My life is a continuous prayer
to the gods of war and silence.
O gods of the cooled mind, hear my gratitude
for the aggression you put into my blood
and the peace you put into my breath!
O, I have faith!
I have faith in the Devine
that is here in Nature, not beyond.
For the Divine is all that we see and breathe
and touch and bleed.
And I have knowledge!
O, I have knowledge
that blood and breath are one.
My strength is to give this riddle,
my freedom is to have given it.
And with bleeding hands, I will keep giving
until my blood runs out of breath.
And I will rejoice in the eternal necessity
of all that is Divine,
of all that is both godly and worldly,
of all that is war and silence,
of all that bleeds and breathes and then doesn’t,
of all that is one.
O gods of the cooled mind, this is my True Will.