Don’t rely on your mind for liberation.
It is the mind that brought you into bondage.
Go beyond it altogether.
The wild warblers are warbling in the jungle
Of life and spring of the lustrious inundations,
Flood on flood, of our returning sun.
Day after day, throughout the winter,We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reasonIn a world of wind and frost,And by will, unshaken and floridIn mornings of angular ice,That passed beyond us through the narrow sky.But what are radiant reason and radiant willTo warblings early in the hilarious treesOf summer, the drunken mother?–Wallace Stevens