Now anxiety, depression and obsession
assail my heart, guide the tattered sails
to awful shores; now indifferent feeling
destroys my ethics and my orientation.
Now joy and devotion consume my heart
as if it were the kindling of a fire
burning eternally; now various emotions
flood my subtle body without precedent.
Shall I not see the end of oppositions
in my appetites, the end of conflicts
and turmoils, of a changing temperament?
Shall I not see repose and rest as promised
in the scriptures, in the turning poetry
of our faithful, arduous predecessors?
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