It is as if lines have to be drawn in a continually Flowing stream, figures drawn which hold fast. Between this reality of life and the scientific Intellect there appears to be no possibility of Comprehension, for the concept sunders what is To be unified in the flow of life. The concept Represents something which is universally and eternally valid, independent of the mind which Propounds it. But the flow of life is at all points Unique, every wave in it arises and pa**es In the night I swim like in dead water Petrified lure is the moon And the silence drives nails into my throat Immense wisdom in this mute ocean Flowing through the ditches of time A substance insubstantial In the night I swim like in dead water But aridity's building a mountain in my heart Darkness is drifting Sweeping me away with the mire A brick I would be In the wall of an old house Only to see and not to feel The times desiccated by winter Only to see and not to feel