(From Markings)
In the point of rest at the center of our being,
we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way.
Then a tree becomes a mystery,
a cloud a revelation,
each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses.
The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us
a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.
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