WHEN IN YOUR death you died to all that was outside me, vanishing from the thousand things of the world, to be fully reborn in my sorrow, I felt that my life had grown perfect, the man and the woman becoming one in me for ever.
I CLING TO THIS living raft, my body, in the narrow stream of my earthly years. I leave it when the crossing is over. And then? 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.