How can we speak who have no-thing to say Of life that lives beyond the sense-bound soul, A limited vision of the empiric all Cannot filter out the false from true Locked in the guarded palace of the mind. For even in our sleep we are unaware Of forces that can aid or malevolent Spirits that delight in wrongful deeds. We must break the walls of ignorance And free the bird imprisoned in the heart. A day will come when we shall truly see Beyond the anchored present and the past, In the moment live the heaven of which we dream.
Poems Undated (1727)
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