song of myself

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

My respiration, and inspiration, the beating of my heart,
The passing of blood and air through my lungs.

A few light kisses, a few embraces, reaching around of arms,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill,
The song of me, rising from bed and meeting the sun.

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 yourself.

- Song Of Myself by Walt Whitman


And through the intensity of our love, we are all connected. At the core of the universe, we are all equal.