the monkeys of ohara koson

 

 

 

how beautiful and perfect are the animals! how perfect is my soul!
how perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
slowly and surely they have passed on to this, and slowly and surely they will yet pass on.
o my soul! if i realize you i have satisfaction.
i swear i see now that every thing has an eternal soul!
i swear i think there is nothing but immortality!
that the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and the cohering is for it,
and all preparation is for it..and identity is for it..and life and death are for it.

- from a song for occupations by walt whitman