Only Nature is divine, and she is not divine...

If I sometimes speak of her as a person
It's because I can only speak of her by
using the language of men,
Which imposes names on things
And gives them personality.

But things have no name or personality:
They just are, and the sky is vast,
the earth wide,
And our heart the size of a closed first...

Blessed am I for all I don't know.
That's all I truly am...
I enjoy it all as one who knows that
the sun exists.