As your spindle unwinds

You live in a neutral present
the only one still unfertilized,
the undissolved reality,
which is unfolding in front of you
as a random fan of the growth of the future
and is closing behind you
as lawful dying into the past.

Woe, if time will end up behind you
as your spindle unwinds
and you will become a prisoner
of the lawful demise of eternal fields.

And blessed are all,
who have deducted themselves from their spindle,
because time in front of them
will be their silent muse of eternal life.

And the spindle of life,
which was standing still
is standing still in the last days.