My quote today is from the amazing and unforgettable Walt Whitman:
“Come said the muse,
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
Sing me the universal.
In this broad earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,
Nestles the seed perfection.”
I read into this that among all the technology, chatter, traffic, images, disturbances and fragmentation of everyday life there lies within us the seed of perfection. This eternal flame is enclosed and safe within our hearts. You are perfect as you are and everything you aspire to be you are already, yet you do not realize it.