Walt Whitman Rolling. . .

Ahh. . . Uncle Walt. Lonely old graybeard. Lover of the soul and the body. I feel like I'm breathing his poetry every time I roll. His sense of connectedness, of the sanctity of everything in the physical world, and of universal human love has to make him the patron poet of Ecstasy.
Here is one of my favourites of his that I love to quote when I'm really pumped up. It's the second half of a poem called "Vocalism."
O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow,
As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere around the globe.
All waits for the right voices;
Where is the practis’d and perfect organ? Where is the develop’d Soul?
For I see every word utter’d thence, has deeper, sweeter, new sounds, impossible on less terms. I see brains and lips closed—tympans and temples unstruck,
Until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose,
Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies slumbering, forever ready, in all words.
It really flows doesn't it?
Y'all let me know what you think?

Outstanding! Thank you for this. It is really beautiful.

DEEP!!! I've read it over and over again. And still each time I read read it i get more out of it or Get a whole new meaning and situation it fits into.
Magnifisent.