Those things are obvious, which are invisible.
Time, a severe border guard becomes imaginary.
Time lapsed in one country is only beginning in another.
To abandon yearning for the body,
to be unquiet, to be visible to oneself, to become endlessly
what one has been, to cross the field without breaking
the snow, to expose ourselves to whatever may happen.
To know not only what is but the other of what
is, to know that the great bell is the great bell.
To remain haunted, to rescue, the future,
to say nothing without confining ourselves to silence.
To search like a sheep for salt, to see or to perish.
To see other than from without, to see the world as it actually
is.