Statt eines Nachworts.
I know I have the best of time and space – and that I was never measured, and never will be measured.
I tramp a perpetual journey,
My signs are a rain-proof coat and good shoes and a staff cut from the woods;
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, nor church nor philosophy;
I lead no man to a dinner-table or library of exchange,
But each manand each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooks you round the waist,
My right hand points to landscapes of continents, and a plain public road.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
It is not far….it is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhapts it is every where on water and on land.
Shoulder your duds, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth;
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch was we go.
If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
And in due time you shall repay the same service to me;
For after we start we never lie by again.
This day before dawn I ascended a hill and looked at the crowded heaven,
And I said to my spirit, When we become the enfolders of those orbs and the pleasure and knowledge of everything is in them,
shall we be filled and satisfied then?
And my spirit said No, we level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
You are also asking me questions, and I hear you;
I answer that I cannot answer….you must find out for yourself.
Sit awhile wayfarer,
Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes
I will certainly kiss you with my goodbye kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.
Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment in your life.
Long have you timidly waded, holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, and rise again and nod to me and shout,
and laughingly dash with your hair.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Danke für Eure Begleitung, Kommentare, Gastfreundlichkeit.
Thank you for your hospitality, for the ride, for letting me be a part of your life for some time. I am blessed to have experienced such kindness.
Good luck, to all of us.
Von vorne? Hier entlang.
Ein Gedanke zu „Tag 28: Der Bloggertramp“
ich habe mit großer Freude deine Reise verfolgt. Respekt für den Mut und Dank dafür, dass du all das mit uns geteilt hast.
Danke, danke, danke.