Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems
NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!
To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim - the rocks - the motion of the waves - the ships, with men in them, what stranger miracles are there?
I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.