Attachments deep and strong are ties that bind;
We ever take the skein again to wind
Ourselves about with bonds that draw us back,
And which none other than ourselves can slack.
He came to give the ancient Maya race
Its right—on history’s page a noble place.
He would to light restore what’s hid away,
And throw upon the past a clearer ray.”
“When we outgrow desire for mundane things—
Which are but means—our spirit finds its wings.