It began with a matrix: The world had a mother Whose sons can be known As ever, by her. But if you know them, You'll keep close to her As long as you live And suffer no harm. Stop up your senses; Close up your doors; Be not exhausted As long as you live. Open your senses; Be busier still: To the end of your days There's no help for you. You are bright, it is said, If you see what is small; A store of small strengths Makes you strong. By the use of its light, Make your eyes again bright From evil to lead you away. This is called "practicing constancy." |
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