Friday, December 30, 2016

love is a mystery



 All things feel.



Respect the mind that stirs in every creature: love is a mystery known by metals too; every flower opens its soul to Nature; everything is sentient, and works on you.

Beware! From the blind wall one watches you: even matter has a logos all its own . . . do not put it to some impious use. Often in humble life a god works, hidden; and like a new-born eye veiled by its lids, pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones.

–Gerard de Nerval
1808 –1855

1 comment:

  1. Nerval wrote some beautiful sonnets with which I should reacquaint myself; thank you for reminding me of him!