The love religion is all that is written here.
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
By God, when you see your beauty you will be the idol of yourself.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.
What is the mirror of Being? Non-being. Bring non-being as your gift, if you are not a fool.