At the Buddhist Temple on Nuuanu.
may my heart always be open
to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better
than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and
supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right
they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and
love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who
could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
~ e.e. cummings
~
(Complete Poems
1904-1962)