I CLING TO THIS living raft, my body, in the narrow stream of my earthly years. I leave it when the crossing is over.
I do not know if the light there and the darkness are the same.
The Unknown is the perpetual freedom:
He is pitiless in his love.
He crushes the shell for the pearl, dumb in the prison of the dark.
You muse and weep for the days that are done, poor heart!
Be glad that days are to come!
The hour strikes, 0 pilgrim!
It is time for you to take the parting of the ways!
His face will be unveiled once again and you shall meet.