My spirit has gone wild

My spirit has gone wild
from all distinctions:
and so I stand untamed
in my beingness.
I cannot bind myself
to any binding:
I have passed through completely free,
am suspended in this passing,
I cannot live otherwise.
My senses have passed away from me,
my reason can barely grasp it,
when He hovers therein,
I want to rage with joy:
whoever turns me away from these joys,
indeed, brings me death.
My heart wants to go out of myself.
I must live in freedom:
You must grant me this.

If only we could finally see it
in its pure beingness!
You always want something else;
thus, you are always deceived.
And if you won’t believe me,
I want to pledge to you
that nothing else can arise from you
but what has eternally been.

If we behold rightly
what lies hidden there
in the holy Trinity!
From the cares of all temporal things
I want to withdraw:
to live for all things at once
in a free stillness
and immovable in all things;
this God has granted me,
especially and most manifestly.
I care not what anyone says about it,
yes, even nonsense.
Christ, O noble, blissful life,
whoever learned to hover so high above all things
and to unite himself with Him ceaselessly,
must endure many bitter blows
from his fellow humans:
they attack him ceaselessly,
and to this comes one’s own troublesome nature.
O go forth, my soul,
we must remain unmixed.
Of course, where the creature has gone out,
it can no longer return
to its own nothingness.
And thus I can no longer find
anything created within me;
attachment to time and eternity has also passed away for me,
for I am steadfast
in the Oneness.