Earth, is not this what you will: in us to rise up invisible? Is it, O Earth, not your dream once to be wholly invisible? Earth! Invisible! What, if not change, is your desperate mission?

Somewhere there is an ancient enmity between our daily life and the great work. Help me in saying it, to understand it.

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way-and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children.

Look, lovers: almost separately they come towards us through the flowery grass and slowly; parting's so far from thought of, they indulge the extravagance of walking unembraced.

Truly it is glorious, our being here.