Even when we find ourselves
In our proper place, we cannot
Get rid of many other things
That take up lots of vital space
In our hearts. How is it so?
We stay in every placement
As if we are among the thorn
And other tangles and knots;
That's why, being always alert,
We can't get them out of mind.
In great antiquity ten suns
Came out together, all at once
And thus the myriad things
Were illuminated by them
And quickly dazzled to decease.
So, how much high
Should we appreciate
The sovereign star of day
In the sky above our minds!
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lovely read
Love ya!
Jane