Nature, your essence motherly,
I bear within the being of my will;And my will’s fire-force,
It steels impulses of the spirit,
So they may bear a sense of self
To bear myself in me.
To penetrate my being’s depths:
A longing filled with boding stirs,
That I in self-beholding find myself
As sun-gift of the summer which as seed
In mood of autumn, warming lives
As driving forces of my soul.
‘The Calendar of the Soul’ were written by Rudolf Steiner
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