this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, night, sleep, death and the stars.

Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

My words itch at your ears till you understand them

Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road. Healthy, free, the world before me. The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose. Henceforth, I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune. Henceforth, I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.