This bitter, penetrating disillusionment

This bitter, penetrating disillusionment

which can begin with night or day!

The limited mind's horror of living

while life is so large -- and peaceful, golden yet empty!

To feel the soul crying for flowers and seeds

and to see the arrival of negative and eternal coldness!

... and to know nonetheless that the mind is capable

of lighting up the earth... and the sky and the inferno!