A SHORT ODE TO WALT WHITMAN

From my writers' workshop with Albert Flynn DeSilver:

Free write taken from Walt Whitman's Song of Myself.

The Song of Myself is the song of strength. I am resilient and brilliant. I write too much at times, wanting the abundance of thought and experience to overspill these mental boundaries and fill up the blank, hungry page. (The wellspring is pain, gushing shards of glinting quartz, mocking my thirsty heart.) Yes, there are aching gaps in my life, but not in the self I am. The Song of Myself is complete. Dualities, no, complex multiplicities swirl about inside and around me, sometimes confusing, sometimes entertaining, always loving. The Song of Myself is love. I am a star hurtling outward into universal joy, ever expanding, passing momentary obstacles, and moving on. 

~ c