Good symbols have their place. They are an aid
to grasping God's ideas. Comforting?
Yes, true, but temporary candles fade
before the sun and aren't worth coveting.
Those chalked-in numbers on a blackboard sing
of more than chalk and slate, and so I find
the Principle beyond this "everything."
What is beyond the symbol, if not Mind?
O numbers, birds, and buds, I love you all!
I love the way you speak to me of Love:
but I must not mistake (why let you fall?)
the symbols for reality thereof.
And so one learns from sense intuitive
what symbol—when lost sight of—has to give.
