Leaves of Grass
I believe in the flash and the appetites,
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag
of me is a miracle.
Divine am I inside and out and I make holy whatever I touch
or IÂ´m touched from,
The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,
This head more than churches, bibles and all the creeds.
If I worship one thing more than another shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it,
translucent mould of me it shall be you!
I dote on myself, there is a lot of me and all so luscious,
Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy...
O to realize space!
The plenteousness of all, that there are no bounds,
To emerge and be of the sky, of the sun and moon and flying
clouds, as one with them.
O while I live to be the ruler of live and not a slave,
To meet live as a powerful conqueror.
From "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman