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battles are lost in the same spirit
in which they are won.
That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.
In all people I see myself
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sunrise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sunrise out of me.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun,
We found our own my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
Encompass worlds but never try to encompass me,
Steeped amid honeyed morphine...my windpipe squeezes in
the fakes of death,
Let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,
And that we call Being.
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy,
To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can
stand.
All truths wait in all things,
They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,
They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,
The insignificant is as big to me as any,
What is less or more than a touch?
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars,
Not one is dissatisfied...not one is demented with the mania of owning things,