Listen,my heart,to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you !
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night ——it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of mornning.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night ——it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of mornning.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.