Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her shall I follow.
I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!
The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.
All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won