AN INDEX FINGERBYTULIS ABROJAL“All the Sutras are but fingers that point out the shining moon.”“Man, thou livest forever.”Has any one supposed it is lucky to be born?I hasten to inform him, or her, it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look’d at the crowded heaven.And I said to my spirit: When we become the unfolders of those orbs, and thepleasure and knowledge of everything in them, shall we be filled and satisfied then?And my spirit said: No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.—Walt Whitman.R. F. FENNO & COMPANY, 9 and 11 EASTSIXTEENTH STREET: NEW YORK CITY1898
AN INDEX FINGER
BYTULIS ABROJAL
“All the Sutras are but fingers that point out the shining moon.”“Man, thou livest forever.”Has any one supposed it is lucky to be born?I hasten to inform him, or her, it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look’d at the crowded heaven.And I said to my spirit: When we become the unfolders of those orbs, and thepleasure and knowledge of everything in them, shall we be filled and satisfied then?And my spirit said: No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.—Walt Whitman.
R. F. FENNO & COMPANY, 9 and 11 EASTSIXTEENTH STREET: NEW YORK CITY1898