There is nothing sweeter than your soul

just a hologram..

An Angels whisper

like a ripple

yes

from Walt Whitman -

"Leaves of Grass"





Clear and sweet is my Soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my Soul.

Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, 45
Till that becomes unseen, and receives proof in its turn.

Showing the best, and dividing it from the worst, age vexes age;
Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.

Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean;
Not an inch, nor a particle of an inch, is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest. 50

I am satisfied—I see, dance, laugh, sing:
As the hugging and loving Bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day, with stealthy tread,

Leaving me baskets cover’d with white towels, swelling the house with their plenty,

Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization, and scream at my eyes,

That they turn from gazing after and down the road, 55
And forthwith cipher and show me a cent,
Exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead?

4

Trippers and askers surround me;
People I meet—the effect upon me of my early life, or the ward and city I live in, or the nation,
The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, 60

My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues,
The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,
The sickness of one of my folks, or of myself, or ill-doing, or loss or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations;

Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful events;
These come to me days and nights, and go from me again, 65
But they are not the Me myself.

Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am;
[b]Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary;

Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
Looking with side-curved head, curious what will come next; 70
Both in and out of the game, and watching and wondering at it.

Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders;
I have no mockings or arguments—I witness and wait.

5

I believe in you, my Soul—the other I am must not abase itself to you;
And you must not be abased to the other. 75

Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat;
Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best;
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

I mind how once we lay, such a transparent summer morning;
How you settled your head athwart my hips, and gently turn’d over upon me, 80
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth;
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own; 85
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers;
And that a kelson of the creation is love;
And limitless are leaves, stiff or drooping in the fields;
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them;
And mossy scabs of the worm fence, and heap’d stones, elder, mullen and poke-weed. 90

6

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is, any more than he.

:sweetsdeth:

yes



you can taste it in your heart

there is nothing sweeter on this earth

indescribable

Especially Walts beautiful Soul, His writings are the finest work of Spiritual mastery to be found in any country, or period of time.

Hi ya Toad, Shalom

thank you


youre the 1st person to say so



in 2 years

via the Upanishads or nothing


given one or given the other

I choose my soul.

it is given daily to all who ask

just ask

There is nothing sweeter than your soul

Perhaps the gifted ability of opening others to this inherent essence of being ?

Spiritual master that had wings beyond measure..


On Self-Knowledge
Kahlil Gibran
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.


And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.


Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.

good prose

life is a step

then another step


stay within your step is what i was taught.


Resonate with the space.

If you dont, then try, and again.

be contained within your space, yet boundless.

fixed

Whatever you learn-ed 22 years ago holds true today.


30 years is nothing.


a million years is petty.


Time means nothing.








Let me tell you this:






















Only You >


decide Time.

what do you think about that ?

You create the Tempo, the Rythmn, the upbeat, the downbeat, the bass, etc.

you are the Symphony and not even knowing it !

Only one ?

nothing compares to the mastery of your soul.


Make no mistake....no matter how far you think you've gotten there is no end.






Not owning cats will speed up your evolution.