WHITMAN AND THE SUN AND THE TRACTOR

Whitman says that the communication is interesting and well though we shall never meet, - and he leaves messages for what he refers to here and there in Leaves of Grass as, I paraphrase, his clan or spiritual progeny. Yes and the sun raise high over the field, and Whitman pages have been closed but the messages are open. Nobody can bring their envy and discordant vibratory karma to the fields. All the naysayers and doubters, the unconscious who are, some of them, - proud of their unconsciousness! - are held back by a secret spirit. Only the empath, the psychic, the ones that have done the spiritual work are allowed in the fields. There, the old farmer comes past in his small tractor and the yellow paint peels but is somehow beautiful in the sun. Two hawks survey the land from afar. The coy insects retreat from the walking line of the purlieu. There is then, for the day and positivity and brightness, nothing lurid about the environs for the atmosphere, if not sacrosanct, is close, - benevolent, bright, - and everyday magical. Ah, we have our memories and our hopes for the future. There is the old farmer, after decades, still going along (and that provides a great sort of hope). He does not need books and theories and city-folk, - he has the tractor and the terrene earth and the verdant trees where the owls watch. Well, we have this- and the vision of this, - and the blessings of Whitman and others hopefully (Conrad, Rumi, Dylan Thomas, Miller, Pearl S. Buck, Lowry, Kerouac, Watts, Campbell, et al.-) for whoever wants to take up the mytho-poetic cause.


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