I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars... - Walt Whitman

A blade of grass is the journeywork of the stars

And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

"Now understand me well — it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary. [from "Song of the Open Road"]"

You have not known what you are — you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life;
Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time;
What you have done returns already in mockeries;
Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?
The mockeries are not you;
Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk;