I watched a young man standing alone on the train platform today. In his hands, a book clearly weathered with age and the hopes of connecting to something much deeper still.

“My grandmother gave it to me,” he smiled. “On my 17th birthday; I haven’t left home without it since.”

As he shifted his hand, I noted the title ~ ‘Leaves of Grass’, a collection of poetry by American author, Walt Whitman.

It reminded me of one of my favorite passages, representing the capacity of the human spirit to find divinity amongst life’s simpler things.

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume, you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you…
clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.”

My loves, there is a connection which presides between two human souls. A common energy, to be explored and cherished; a sentiment of heart which extends beyond words.

And, creating the means by which all good things come into light, and the sweetness of soul is ultimately found.

These are the moments in which we escape the habit of forced measure; welcoming, the generosity of acceptance instead.

In this space, we find soul’s ultimate ‘song’ and our heart finds courage enough to sing. And knowing, we are both the ‘poet of the body, and of the soul.’

In peace, my loves..

Namaste ❤️