The Divine Nimbus

According to Whitman, I am the gates of the body, and I am the gates of the soul. I contain all qualities, and temper them—I am in my place, and move with perfect balance.

It is so and I am as much ethereal as corporeal. My soul moves between the spheres with grace and compassion. My heart was made for loving and does so without let or hindrance. There is no price that can purchase my love. Yet I am boundless in giving and it is multiplied beyond measure. I will take your pain and give you in its stead, love and joy, and peace.

I Sing The Body Electric

I re-visited Walt Whitman this morning. He spoke to me with wisdom. Tonight I will sing to the waning quarter moon. I will sing to her of love and friendship and time and longing. I will sing old songs that have no words, but in their melodic sounds convey all that my soul can reveal. It was Whitman who showed me the way. His frankness appeals to me. I am no delicate, lady-like creature. I am tactile and lusty. I have been deprived of life for a very long time. I did not stop breathing, but I might as well. I knew no sensation either physical or emotional..........no, that is not true. I knew pain and sorrow.