"Grados" or "Stages" - Hermann Hesse + Dragonica - The Future of Mankind

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  • Опубліковано 29 вер 2024
  • Please open closed caption subtitles English and Spanish."Stages" is a poem included in The Glass Bead Game novel by Hermann Hess + music by Dragonicaproject Thanks.
    As every flower fades and as all youth
    Departs, so life at every stage,
    So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
    Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
    Since life may summon us at every age
    Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
    Be ready bravely and without remorse
    To find new light that old ties cannot give.
    In all beginnings dwells a magic force
    For guarding us and helping us to live.
    Serenely let us move to distant places
    And let no sentiments of home detain us.
    The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
    But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
    If we accept a home of our own making,
    Familiar habit makes for indolence.
    We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
    Or else remain the slave of permamence.
    Even the hour of our death may send
    Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
    And life may summon us to newer races.
    So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
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  • @PaulKeetley
    @PaulKeetley 9 років тому

    Stages
    As every flower fades and as all youth
    Departs, so life at every stage,
    So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
    Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
    Since life may summon us at every age
    Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
    Be ready bravely and without remorse
    To find new light that old ties cannot give.
    In all beginnings dwells a magic force
    For guarding us and helping us to live.
    Serenely let us move to distant places
    And let no sentiments of home detain us.
    The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
    But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
    If we accept a home of our own making,
    Familiar habit makes for indolence.
    We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
    Or else remain the slave of permanence.
    Even the hour of our death may send
    Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
    And life may summon us to newer races.
    So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
    Hermann Hesse :

  • @verosoda08
    @verosoda08 16 років тому

    Buena música, y buenas imagenes. Exelente poema. FELICIDADES Ivan.

  • @enkithegodyt
    @enkithegodyt 16 років тому

    Nice job brother! Keep it up!
    Keep the music alive!

  • @ivancerv50
    @ivancerv50  16 років тому

    Thanks. I am pleased that you have liked.

  • @Bassdag
    @Bassdag 15 років тому

    Me encanto, gracias