Leaves of Grass

An interesting article (courtesy of Taichiseal’s shared articles):

Chinese Man Lives on Leaves of Grass Alone

May we all find sustenance in leaves of grass, in body and in spirit…



Blow, trumpeter, free and clear—I follow thee,
While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene,
The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day, withdraw;
A holy calm descends, like dew, upon me,
I walk, in cool refreshing night, the walks of Paradise,
I scent the grass, the moist air, and the roses;
Thy song expands my numb’d, imbonded spirit—thou freest, launchest me,
Floating and basking upon Heaven’s lake.

–Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass


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