The Cemetery of Amboise

THE CEMETERY

Lending you its help, sustains your existence,
Are also as if innate near your body.
Are they innate in it? No; but thanks to the mechanisms,
With which wise nature has provided your viscères internal organs, here referring to the soul's capacity to process spiritual truths,
These substances are not foreign to it.
Its juices can be allied with their juices,
And your blood can finally appropriate them:
By this, the limits of your doubts are fixed.
You are born, you live in the midst of thoughts;
And what makes you a man, is the marvelous right
To admit these fruits into yourself; to form with them
A sweet bond, founded on your analogie the correspondence or spiritual likeness between the human soul and divine truths,
To go, with this title, to the gates of life,
To have delivered to you this daily bread,
Which is ceaselessly reborn in eternal love.
But above all, make yourself a spirit wise enough,
To discern the fruits which you use.
How many fruits are unripe, corrupt, poisonous!.....
The sands of the sea are no more numerous."

"Say to them: man is very great, his spirit forgives you
The mistake where your own spirit abandons itself regarding him:
He is not offended by the cries of a childish people.
While your voice condemns him to néant nothingness or non-existence,
He thinks, he frees himself from the heavy yoke of hours;
He freely travels through the celestial dwellings,
Those places where happiness is never suspended.
When he has rejuvenated himself in this abode of peace,
He returns to contemplate these astonishing prodigies,
Of which the universe still offers vestiges to the wise;
With the master's consent he can approach them;
He has the right to see them; even to touch them,
To électriser to influence or animate with spiritual energy, using a contemporary scientific metaphor them by his living influence,
And to make traits of his power spring forth from them."