The Waterfall

I hear the rushing of water.
It calms down, the water sings.
The noise increases.

I stand directly behind the waterfall,
which gushes forth from above down a steep slope.
Beyond its fine threads of water pearls
I look through its silver shimmering curtain.

Isolated drops touch my skin
at my arms, legs, the whole body.
I long for more
and I hunger for the power of this concentrated element of nature.
Lovingly, I would like to absorb its force
to adopt the extraneous.

Presently, I approach the water shade.
Now, I walk through it.
Ah, I just stand in the flow and flux of this element
and I feel its power how it runs through me.

My hands stretch out,
grasping for the wonderful liquid.
My mouth opens
to snap at the drops.
I hold my face under the roaring water.
The jet is hard and unruly,
wild is its course of life,
so wild and unruly how my heart beats now,
in excitement and satisfaction.

I absorb this force in my circulation,
contented I climb up the mountain from which the spring gushes forth.
From above, I follow this fountain of youth with my eyes.
It fills me with delight and marvellously refreshes me.