When
I saw the fluttering dove
I
thought that I should see heaven open
But
not with my first eyes could I see
But
with my second: then in the instant!
When
I saw the olive tree split asunder
I
thought that I should see the rent in me
But
not with my first eyes could I see
But
with my second: then in the instant!
It
wasn’t the land which I could see
That
bore any resemblance to the land
Which
I cannot see but know is there:
The
natural thing gave little indication
Of
its invisible or spiritual ‘equivalent:’
Only
in seeing the second time will I
Understand
It: dead stones have no eyes
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