In the blue summer days
    I will stroll my spiritual paths
    Pricked by corn
    And treading on soft grass
    I’ll feel the coolness in my feet
    I’ll let the wind mist my naked head

    I won’t speak
    I won’t think
    But infinite love
    Will arouse
    My soul
    And I’ll go far
    Far away indeed
    Like a vagabond
    Through Nature and Mind
    Happy as a sexless angel.

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...