Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Walt Whitman

I've been reading a lot lately and listening to a ton of new (to me) music. This poem resonates within me. When I read it I feel like there once was another person, who for a slight sliver of time, saw the world with the same eyes I do. His words are my inheritance. I get the sense of alone yet connected-ness to all things that he conveys. I often vacillate between wondering if anyone else feels as much a baby buddha as I do while feeling superior and triumphant in being the only me on the planet. I like myself. I like my life. I like the thoughts in my head. I didn't ask to be here but I am enjoying my existence. I have nothing to prove.

On the Beach at Night Alone

On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future.

A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.