My monastery, where I yearn hopelessly, –
Under the heat of the molten granite Mind.
I stuffy. I have dark under this heat false.
I'm in another scorching skit…
There will be a scorching heat, but the heat of the earth everlasting.
Blood bowl melt the brain down,
And I lose my mind calmly and fearlessly,
what does, where flesh and blood fainted.
Where a new monastery? Where is my new monastery?
Not in heaven, where deathly darkness,
And on the ground - and went and healthy,
Where to find all, when I go crazy!..
17 November 1900
