A little larger than the entire universe

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“What matters is to be natural and calm In happiness and in unhappiness, To feel as if feeling were seeing, To think as if thinking were walking, And to remember, when death comes, that each day dies, And the sunset is beautiful, and so is the night that remains . . . That’s how it is and how I want it to be . . .”

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“When I die and you, meadow, Become something strange to me, There will be better meadows For the better self I’ll be. And the flowers that are beautiful In the fields I see down here Will be stars of many colors In the vast fields there. And perhaps my heart, seeing That other nature, more natural Than the vision that fooled us Into thinking it was real, Will, like a bird at last alighting On a branch, look back and recall This flight of existence As nothing at all.”