… Tell no one else, only the wise
For the crowd will sneer at one
I wish to praise what is fully alive,
What longs to flame toward death.
When the calm enfolds the love nights
That created you, where you have created
A feeling from the Unknown steals over you
While the tranquil candle burns.
No distance makes you ambivalent.
You come on wings, enchanted
In such hunger for light, you
Become the butterfly burnt to nothing … – Goethe, Blessed Longing –
PiYo Monday 8:00 am
Sleep Well,
William
