Song of Myself

"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us "Universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest- a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to acheive this completely, but the striving for such acheivement is in itself a part of the liberation, and a foundation for inner security."
-Albert Einstein-



"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,


And what I assume you shall assume,


For every atom belonging to me


as good belongs to you.





I loafe and invite my soul,


I lean and loafe at my ease


observing a spear of summer grass.





My tongue, every atom of my blood,

form'd from this soil, this air,


Born here of parents born here from parents the same,

and their parents the same,


I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,


Hoping to cease not till death. "

-Walt Whitman-

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fixed on you
like Magellan on a star
my heart ready
to drop onto the floor

silly to pick a word
to mirror my heart
one word should be
light as a dove
but comes out
heavy as sludge

a word can't mimic
the bliss of your touch

or taste of your tongue