‘Raager på Pløjemarken’ – Laurits Andersen Ring, 1891 – Wikimedia
So this is the mystery,
That there is no mystery,
That it’s all out in the open:
Consciousness being aware of itself.
No dark intrigues, no hidden thoughts,
No story — what an insanity!
Nothing that you were meant to
Invent, project, and be afraid of.
And you were not left away
from the banquet table — never!
Didn’t have to be hungry, to be thirsty,
Had no necessity to believe in any thing.
Your hungers? They were your
Desperation, your final lassitude;
The only thing you could come up with
For not facing death.
So hunger for one thing only:
That one which is without hunger;
And thirst for one beverage and no other:
The beverage of your heart.
Care only for that one spark of light
That will ignite your world
And reveal it to be devoid of hunger,
of thirst, of story — whatever.
But don’t think too big here,
Only have a little hunger,
An infinitesimal thirst,
That will suffice.
That will break
In a thousand
It will precipitate you into that
Which is before all hunger,
Incapable of even conceptualising it,
Of only conceiving of it.
The peace of satiation?
Not even that;
The bliss of fulfilment?
That’s too far ahead.
Listen, I’m not admonishing you;
I know about hunger,
To what untold extremities
It can lead us.
Yet its destructiveness
Comes short compare to that
Which will be inflicted on you when
You can be hungry no more.
Text by Alain Joly
Painting by Laurits Andersen Ring (1854-1933)
– Laurits Andersen Ring (Wikipedia)