A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot. Which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the sense of tranquil existence. That I neglect my talents. I am incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment. I feel I have never been a greater artist than now.
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When, while the lovely valley teems with
Vapour surrounds me. The meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees. Stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary. I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. Lying close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me.I hear the buzz of the world among the stalks. I notice the forms of insects and flies. I feel the Almighty’s presence, the breath of universal love that sustains us, floating in eternal bliss.
I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which
I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite.
I throw myself down among the tall grass.
I cannot draw a single stroke now. Yet, I feel like a great artist. The valley is full of vapors. The sun touches the treetops. Light sneaks into the hidden spaces. I lie on the grass by the stream. Unknown plants catch my eye. Insects buzz around. I see their tiny, strange shapes.
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