10

Things keep their secrets.

18

Of all the words yet spoken,

none comes quite as far as wisdom,

which is the action of the mind

beyond all things that may be said.

22

As all things change to fire,

and fire exhausted

falls back into things,

the crops are sold

for money spent on food.

35

Many who have learned

from Hesiod the countless names

of gods and monsters

never understand

that night and day are one.

40

What was scattered

gathers.

What was gathered

blows apart.

41

The river

where you set

your foot just now

is gone—

those waters

giving way to this,

now this.

45

The mind, to think of the accord

that strains against itself,

needs strength, as does the arm

to string the bow or lyre.

47

The harmony past knowing sounds

more deeply than the known.

50

Under the comb

the tangle and the straight path

are the same.

56

The cosmos works

by harmony of tensions,

like the lyre and bow.

69

The way up is the way back.

70

The beginning is the end.

71

The soul is undiscovered,

though explored forever

to a depth beyond report.

81

Just as the river where I step

is not the same, and is,

so I am as I am not. 

90

Even a soul submerged in sleep

is hard at work, and helps

make something of the world.

105

Yearning hurts,

and what release

may come of it

feels much like death.

120

Any day stands

equal to the rest.

122

After death comes

nothing hoped for

nor imagined.

130

Silence, healing.