How shall I know where I should go?
How may I see the I that’s me?
The earth so high, the sky so low –
How may I see where I must go?
The dust so wet, the rain so dry –
How shall I know the me that’s I?
By note and word and thought and fact
I plan, I shape, I will, I act.
By touch and kiss and six times three
I was, and am, and will not be.
So swift this sky of rain and stars!
So slow this earth of dust and scars!
When I am dead how shall I see
Where I must go that I may be?
When six times three is rain times dust,
That where I go, may I be must?
And if I dance and sing and play,
Must I go where, be that I may?
And if I sing so sharp, so flat,
Where I must go, may I be that? –
And dance and sing so low, so high,
Go where that may, must I be I?