The great thing
is not having a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they govern me.
I have a lord in heaven called the sun,
and open for him, showing him the fire
of my own heart, fire like his presence.
What could such glory be if not a heart?
Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like
me once, long ago, before you were
human? Did you permit yourselves
to open once, who would never open
again? Because in truth I am speaking
now the way you do. I speak because
I am shattered.
(Wilde Iris, Louise Glück/ Nobel Prize in Literature 2020)
(drawing, MJS, 2012)