Song of Myself (and You Too)

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We are entirely too hard on ourselves.  And, on our fellow humans.  I'd like to say, "If we can just be more kind to one another...", but I know that this is sometimes much harder than we'd like to admit.  So, here is something that I think you should read.  Take it bit by bit and absorb it.  Think deeply about it.  Because, whether you want to admit it or not, we are all equal.  

You might be a millionaire with a mansion, a single mother with a single paycheck, a mother who breastfeeds, a mother who doesn't, a woman who has decided not to have children, a man who'd rather be in love with another man, a lover of travel, a yogi, an artist, a christian, an atheist.... It's funny, because we all strive for the same exact thing.  Happiness.  And yet, we constantly tear each other down while trying to achieve it.  Please stop it.  And please read this.

 

From Song of Myself by Walt Whitman

I have said that the soul is not more than the body,                                                                                                               And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,                                                                                                       And nothing, not God, is greater to one that one's self is,                                                                                                     And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud,                                            And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,                                                                                And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times,                                                 And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,                                               And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.

 

Until next time my sisters and brothers, namaste.

Sarah CoonComment