I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass Ifrom Song of Myself
love
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged.
Missing me one place search another
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
by Walt Whitman
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There is something in staying close to men and women,
and looking on them,
and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well;
All things please the soul — but these please the soul well.
from:
I Sing the Body Electric (Whitman)
Great response, DJan. Walt Whitman talks to my soul. You must be a fan to, as fast as you responded with another quote.
That is short and beautiful.You have an interesting blog...so much going on here.
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