A concentrated pressure in the chest As if a new-born soul desired light By breaking through the thick and hardened shell That covers man and blinds his native sight. The sages know it is the heart that sees. Above the mind the spirit's power grows In the calm where no disturbance comes And in the silence where the breathing slows One hears not by the auditory nerves, One feels not by the tactile sense of being But in the consciousness of gathered peace A voice within us speaks; the inner seeing Brings a clarity of vision and release, To sorrow and anxiety, surcease.
Poems Undated (1727)
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