In all this fury, called world and chance calm eyes are watching and
guarding the path of souls’ growth and final splendor in a heart free of
anger and free of pain or birth.

In all this fury called love and hate a calm hand is touching the centre of
things and mysteries’ wings are spreading wide the glory of their
anthem.

In all this fury of inner struggle and outer fall I still see the ever-wonderful
and the birth on earth of light in all, forever the Eternal’s call.

In all this fury, labeled heaven or hell is always hidden or revealed
a beauty and a spell, strong and free and young, forever born in
man’s cave of birth as his adventurous Soul.

                                                                                           ~Michel Montecrossa

                                                                                           Gauting, Germany