To seek the spirit in mine inmost soul
Is all that I can do at such a time.
Were I to load myself with outward work,
That spirit might be brought to realms of sense,
With rashness should I strive to grasp the cause
Of being in those worlds whose essence true
I have not fully grasped within myself.
Of cosmic being I can see no more
Than hath already shaped itself in me.
How shall my work do good to other men