BOOK

to the God-surrendered

READER.

Read me freely seven times,
yes, seventy times seven,
Still the Intellect does not grasp,
all that is written in me:
Yet the more you read me,
the more you love me:
The more you search me,
the more you find in me.

Read me entirely, and many times:
Speak no judgment, learn my language first.

A faint woodcut illustration at the bottom of the page depicts a botanical subject with broad, jagged leaves spreading outwards.