Discover A New Perspective
Updated: Jul 30, 2020
What a fool
Who runs after God's jewel,
Doesn't he see?
The one holding the stone is he.
How wise is he
That goes to the sea
And asks aloud
Who is it that's me?
And how happy is he
Who does neither,
But takes a maiden in hand
For love is what lies in the stone of man.
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
