Now we wake up with our memoryand fix our gazes on that which was;whispering sweetness, which once coursed through us,sits silently beside us with loosened hair.

The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.

For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breatheourselves out and away; with each new heartfirewe give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us:you're in my blood, this room, Spring itselfis filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us,we vanish within him and around him.

Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.

Then suddenly you’re left all alonewith your body that can’t love youand your will that can’t save you.

We want it visible to showwhen even the most visible joy will reveal itselfonly when we have transformed it within.There’s nowhere, my love, the world can existexpect within.