I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content.

I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait.

I am, I exist.

J'existe, c'est tout.

I am as I am. The world is as it is. Whether I am content with that has very little to do with it.

Existing is occupation enough.

The world as it is is enough.

i am enough

This is I. I am as you see me. I do not care to be otherwise.

What I am is good enough if I would only be it openly.

I know I am deathless,
I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass,
I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.

I know I am august,
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,
I see that the elementary laws never apologize,
(I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all)

I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
and if each and all be aware I sit content.

One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait.

I am here, at this moment in time. It's enough.

I am, I exist, is necessarily true each time that I pronounce it, or that I mentally concieve it.