Maagdelijkheid is een gesloten deur
in ochtendlicht,
niet uit angst,maar uit onbekendheid.
Het kent de wereld van binnenuit,
een ruimte waar niets
nog aangeraakt is door keuze.
Geen schaamte,geen trots,
alleen het begin,
stil en onaangeroerd.
Virginity is a closed door
In morning light,
not from fear,but from unknowing.
It knows the world from inside out,
a space untouched
not by force,but by choice.
No shame,no pride,
only a beginning,
quiet and unclaimed.
Jungfräulichkeit is eine geschlossene Tür
im Morgenlicht,
nicht aus Angst,sondern aus Unwissen.
Sie kennt die Welt von innen heraus,
ein Raum,unberührt,
nicht durch Zwang,sondern durch Entscheidung.
Kein Scham,kein Stolz,
nur ein Anfang,
still und ungefordert.
"It's alright to feel behind,"
What they told me when they learned
I had never slept with anyone.
"You're not missing out on anything, really.
Not the electric rush of skin on skin,
Not the satisfaction of man's most primal urge,
Certainly not the burning of carnal fuel
And the fumes that follow,
No, none of that is quite important.
You just keep doing you."
......
If there's a crack of thunder
without an attending rumble,
a great man is about to die.
If, in your dream, your clothes are flecked
with mud, or if a plant speaks to you,
expect days when love inhabits you
but is not apparent in the world,
even as others pause to let you pass,
attempting to be visible in your presence.
When the main god is a martyr, the world
......
Jungfräulichkeit is eine geschlossene Tür
im Morgenlicht,
nicht aus Angst,sondern aus Unwissen.
Sie kennt die Welt von innen heraus,
ein Raum,unberührt,
nicht durch Zwang,sondern durch Entscheidung.
Kein Scham,kein Stolz,
nur ein Anfang,
still und ungefordert.
Virginity is a closed door
In morning light,
not from fear,but from unknowing.
It knows the world from inside out,
a space untouched
not by force,but by choice.
No shame,no pride,
only a beginning,
quiet and unclaimed.
Maagdelijkheid is een gesloten deur
in ochtendlicht,
niet uit angst,maar uit onbekendheid.
Het kent de wereld van binnenuit,
een ruimte waar niets
nog aangeraakt is door keuze.
Geen schaamte,geen trots,
alleen het begin,
stil en onaangeroerd.
"It's alright to feel behind,"
What they told me when they learned
I had never slept with anyone.
"You're not missing out on anything, really.
Not the electric rush of skin on skin,
Not the satisfaction of man's most primal urge,
Certainly not the burning of carnal fuel
And the fumes that follow,
No, none of that is quite important.
You just keep doing you."
......
If there's a crack of thunder
without an attending rumble,
a great man is about to die.
If, in your dream, your clothes are flecked
with mud, or if a plant speaks to you,
expect days when love inhabits you
but is not apparent in the world,
even as others pause to let you pass,
attempting to be visible in your presence.
When the main god is a martyr, the world
......