To think about God is to disobey God,
Since God wanted us not to know him,
Which is why he didn’t reveal himself to us . . .

Let’s be simple and calm,
Like the trees and streams,
And God will love us, making us
Us even as the trees are trees
And the streams are streams,
And will give us greenness in the spring, which is its season, And a river to go to when we end . . .
And he’ll give us nothing more, since to give us more would

make us less us.

Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

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Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe. Selected Poems, Edited and Translated by Richard Zenith, London: Penguin Books, p. 15