Sunday, August 30, 2009
BitterGrace has returned
It was good to go away and it's good to be back. I love my home, but sometimes there is nothing more pleasurable than leaving it.
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.
From "Song of the Open Road," by Walt Whitman. Read the complete poem at Poetry Foundation.
Luna und ihre Kinder 1480. Image from Wikimedia Commons.