I said to my soul—seeing it wandering aimlessly, unsure of where to set its steps, glancing about without finding any refuge, seeing before it nothing but a mirage and behind it nothing but smoke—”Busy yourself. Occupy yourself before your emptiness preoccupies you; before your loneliness overwhelms you; before you fall into abysses from which there… Continue reading O My Soul, Preoccupy Yourself
O My Soul, Preoccupy Yourself