lørdag 28. mars 2015

I love what I see because one day I'll stop seeing it. I also love it because it is. In this calm moment when I feel myself by loving more than by being, I love all existence and myself. No better thing could the primitive gods give me, were they to return---they, who also know nothing.


All I ask the gods to grant me is that
I ask them for nothing.
Good luck is a yoke and to be happy
oppresses, for it's an emotional state.

I want to raise my not easy nor uneasy,
Purely calm being above the plane
where men rejoice or grieve.


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