Sounding more clearly,
wafting around me --
Are these waves of soft airs?
Are these billows of delightful fragrances?
How they swell, how they sough around me, shall I breathe?
Shall I listen? Shall I drink, immerse?
Sweetly in fragrances melt away?
In the billowing torrent, in the resonating sound,
All -- in the wafting Universe of the World --
Breathe, drown --
Be engulfed --