I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one’s own self is,
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his funeral drest in his shroud,
And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,
And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod counfounds the learning of all times,
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,
And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel’d universe,
And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
And I say to Mankind, Be not curious about God,
For I who am curious about each am not curious about God,
(no array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death)
I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.
Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign’d by God’s name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe‘er I go,
Others will punctually come for ever and ever
*Emphasis added by me in the hopes that the line will burrow its way into your heart the way it has mine. If I could work that line into my next tattoo in a discreet and cool way I’m totally going to. That is all.*