These steps these feet know Uniquely, know no others. Cold and wet, frozen ache, Every nervous tingle This brave consciousness alone Deciphers saying “I”. Cold snow, cold toes laugh Away the grand denials: Viscous Brahman, gray Nirvana Being? No, but proud Imago Dei self, in love, beloved, As only ‘I’ can be. These steps, this cold; others Know of nothing here, though Thousandfold they tread this path. I alone, with One who first (Forever first) unfolded Saying “I”.