Discovering Walt

Words as sweet as sugar. From the Song of Myself:

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air...

A Gift

How did you become,
blissful in my belly?
Inside me, you are
feathers floating beyond,
no longer fenced.
You came when my soul closed the
door to Doubt.
Each day, you incubate and bubble
mating as yeast multiplies in delicious bread,
baking.


As your Cook,
I must be careful to protect and feed you
only nectar - pure
of nurturing rain drops and dreams of
giant jasmines --fragrant in moonlight.


A round spoonful, here taste
the goodness of lamb stew
carrots and onions
rendering brown broth
bones transformed to honey-prunes,
just for you
sweetness worth
savoring each
mouthful.


I have been holding you
carrying, rock by rock,
building your inner space – Sanctuary.
Rest.
Take your time.
Kind.
Would you mind
if I birthed you?
Through me
you become
the Gift,
of Realization.
Let me uncover you.


By Mai Brehaut

Darling Buds of May

Celebrating the first day of May. Shakespeare said it best:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.