Whitman & Flowers

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary

lines,

Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,

Listening to others, considering well what they say,

Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,

Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds

that would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space,

The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are

mine.

I am larger, better than I thought,

I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me,

I can repeat over to men and women You have done such good

to me I would do the same to you,

I will recruit for myself and you as I go,

I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,

I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,

Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,

Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless

me.

- Walt Whitman "Song of the Open Road"

(Most of what I am ever going to say, Whitman already said best. I firmly believe this.)