Millions of Suns

From Song of Myself by Walt Whitman

  

 

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,

You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,)

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,

You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,

You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

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Jung Connections

•  A Form of Self-Education 
•  The Diamond Net 
•  Jungian Typology Theory: Michael Pierce 
•  Pacifica Lectures  
• This Jungian Life

Parts of My Poems 

• End of August: At the Swimming Pool 
• Night Light: Half Awake 
• Figure: Persephone 
• Endless Summer: The Carnival by the Sea 
• Poet: In the Beginning

The Music of the Aztecs 

• Poetry Experiment 
• A World of Pictures The Magic Theatre

Inspiring Artists 

• Hermann Hesse 
• Ferdinand Hodler

Quintessential Listening 

• Poetry Online Radio
• Public Conversations: Uses of Poetry   

Drawn to the Light

Published by Drawn to the Light Press, editor Orla Fay: https://drawntothelightpress.com/issues/  The link for Issue 18 Summer 2026 is currently under re-construction and will be restored when it is viable.

 

In "Wings," a young girl hears a song that is something new; for her, a moment of becoming.  Click this image to read: