I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.

storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.

I dance with the dancers.

There is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth - but all is truth without exception; And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.