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

I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.

Sing your way to Ecstasy!

The future is no more uncertain than the present

I shall use America and democracy as convertible terms