Out of light, and it is too soon
For the mind of night to have darkened things,
Makes everything look strangely in-between,
Unsure of what has been, or what might come.
In a while it will be night, but nothing
Here seems to believe the relief of darkness.
Where everything seems withheld.
The way forward is still concealed from you.
The new is still too young to be born."
In this place of dusk,
Your eyes are blurred;
And there is no mirror.
And you can see nowhere to put your trust;
You know you have to make your own way through.
Do not allow confusion to squander
This call which is loosening
Your roots in false ground,
That you might come free
From all you have outgrown.
And it is difficult and slow to become new.
The more faithfully you can endure here,
The more refined your heart will become
For your arrival in the new dawn.