Poetry is often my language of choice and reading Walt Whitman is like listening to the voice of life. Enjoy the following selections from his book of meditations.
Traveling Souls
Let’s go! whoever you are come and travel with me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.
The earth never tires,
The earth rude, silent, incomprehensible at first,
Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things
well envelop’d,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful
than words can tell.
Let’ go! we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however
convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here,
However shelter’d this port and however calm these
waters we must not anchor here,
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.
Interweb
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surroundings,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the
spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile
anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somwhere
O my soul.