I feel freed of enchantment.
In heart-high gladness has
The holy cosmic Word engendered
The heavenly fruit of hope,
Which grows rejoicing into worlds afar
Out of my being’s godly roots.
Rudolf Steiner, Calendar of the Soul, Christmas
struggles to shine;
translated into lively strength of will
clear through the cloudiness of sense it burns,
releasing energy that turns
passionate drives into creative thrust
that ripens into work amongst mankind
Rudolf Steiner, Calendar of the Soul, Thirty-first week
Henceforth be all my aim
to wrap secretive memory around
the New conceived within me,
waking and making strong
powers that to me belong
so that I grow up to become Myself.
Rudolf Steiner, Calendar of the Soul, August 11 – 17