And so I turn
To the Cistercian Monks of Stift Heiligen
I listen to their chant - Music for Paradise
I put on my coat
The sunlight
No longer gifts its warmth
That is how the days and nights are
Light, dark, light
Warm, cold, warm
Action, stillness, action
And so I dwell
In Paradisium
Giving thanks to its anonymous scribe
I breathe in
I breathe out
The time asks for my preparation
That is how the time of time is
