How fleeting is this world
yet it survives.
It is ourselves that fade from it
and our ephemeral lives.


From Messenger Of The Heart: The Book Of Angelus Silesius, With Observations By Frederick Franck, p36


How fleeting is this world yet it survives. It is ourselves that fade from it and our ephemeral lives.

How fleeting is this world yet it survives. It is ourselves that fade from it and our ephemeral lives.

How fleeting is this world yet it survives. It is ourselves that fade from it and our ephemeral lives.

How fleeting is this world yet it survives. It is ourselves that fade from it and our ephemeral lives.