Whichever
way I face the brightness
On
the world’s idea of road and sun
I
cast a shadow before or behind me:
There,
I am solid and the sun cannot
Penetrate
or go all through me at all
In
the sunshine of this firstling world
A
shadow I cast and wherever I stand
Seeing
in ‘first sight’ everything in it ---
It
makes no difference where I stand in
Trying
to spare things from my shadow
It
falls upon, something, somewhere
Always,
as my shadow follows always
And
where the shadow of me is there
There
is a covering cast dark as a net:
It
is only a blank image of me, not I ---
Not
real, images cannot do anything ---
They
cannot spare or save or make alive
In
the world’s idea of sun and road and
Seeing
in ‘second sight’ everything in it
Wisdom,
knowledge: --- certain opinions
My
shadow standing in the path of light ---
Casting
of it only an image: --- powerless!
All
new is --- love’s idea of sun and road ---
The
son shines through me wherever I am
No
wisdom, knowledge, or certain opinions
Remain
to block the road transparent ---
On
the open road light penetrates through
No
shadows behind me or any before me
Not
anywhere is a shadow cast --- from
A
person, opened: naked: see-through ---
In
‘third sight’ seeing upon the open road
No
mouldy image found anywhere there
There --- the only place where I do no harm
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