Every form you see has its archetype in the placeless world;
If the form perishes, no matter, since its original is everlasting
Every fair shape you have seen, every deep saying you have heard -
Be not cast down that it perished, for that is not so....
While the fountains flow, the rivers run from it.
Put grief out of your head, and keep quaffing this river water;
Do not think of the water failing, for this water is without end.
From the moment you came into the world of being
A ladder was placed before you that you might escape.
First you were mineral; later you turned to plant;
Then you became animal; how should this be a secret to you?
Afterwards you were made man, with knowledge, reason, faith....
When you have traveled on from now, you will doubtless become an angel....
Pass again from angelhood; enter that ocean,
That your drop may become a sea....
Leave aside this "Son"; say ever "One," with all your soul.