5.
Who is the unknown caller at my door?
I open it and see: it’s a scientist.
I see and open it: it’s a principle.
The mountain summit is Absolute Certainty.
The scientist climbs, feet shod with facts
Lent by the master of hypotheses.
Facts can be recalled at any time
And no scientist desires the summit, of course -
Only the world, that looks on in awe.
If only they saw the cosmos as a university,
One kindly word to the Principal
And they would reach the summit themselves -
Without ever leaving their armchairs.
‘How can I be sure,’ plaintive Dusty sang,
‘In a world that is constantly changing?’
Write a love-letter, dear, from your armchair
And do not climb with the scientist!
6.
The special moment holds the knowledge of inmost truth,
Heart-confirmed, thrusting to be the all of reality:
No typical heart-script, O intellect, for you to objectify and dissect -
You cannot be a midwife to me and rip the womb of eternity!