In our souls everything
moves guided by a mysterious hand.
We know nothing of our own souls
that are un-understandable and say nothing.
The deepest words
of the wise man teach us
the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows
or the sound of the water when it is flowing.
Antonio Machado, 'The Soul is Here for Its Own Joy', trans. by Robert Bly
moves guided by a mysterious hand.
We know nothing of our own souls
that are un-understandable and say nothing.
The deepest words
of the wise man teach us
the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows
or the sound of the water when it is flowing.
Antonio Machado, 'The Soul is Here for Its Own Joy', trans. by Robert Bly
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