Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with “him” in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they’re two things:The “man” goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is — his body,His true reality which doesn’t have desires or hopes,But muscles and the sure and impersonal way of using them.
Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro
body, clarity, cosmos, desire, god, hope, it-is-what-it-is, life, muscle, nature, paganism, pantheism, seeing, truth