"From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and imaginary lines.
I inhale great draughts of space.
The north and the south are mine, and the east and the west are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought.
I did not know I held so much goodness.
All seems beautiful to me.

Henceforth I ask not good fortune.
Henceforth I whisper no more, postpone no more; need nothing.

Strong and content, I travel the open road."

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

research courtesy mark hammons