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[Simon Boon Tiong Ho]

I'd like to submit the following piece. Thank you!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Letter To Mr. Walt Whitman: Our Seasoned Leaves of Grass
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Letter to Mr. Walt Whitman – My Celebration In Your Honor.

Dear Mr. Whitman,

I have always wanted to find out more about your creative expressions
and your skillful ability to guide readers through feelings of hope
and growth. I appreciate the elegant expression of a refine American
sensibility in "Leaves of Grass".

Sometimes, I close my eyes and visualize you holding my hand and
singing celebratory tunes with our fellow kindred. I open my eyes and
witness a sea of globalized transcendent beings dancing to the rhythm
of a tolerant world.

I dedicate this song to you: Our Seasoned Leaves of Grass.

God and friends, join my celebration for I envision a field of grassy
green with honoring hearts celebrating in joyful epiphany that is
discovered of earthly sustenance in reciprocal fare. For the power
derived from your poetic expression rank high above the sky and the
potency of our vernacular as undeveloped freight could crumble mortal,
immortal as sounds of a delivered faith created in the vesstitude of
passion.

I hope for a contented continental Americas that would continue to
celebrate a tradition of excellence with our friends around the world.
Humane kindreds bringing joy and individuated rapport and adding fuel
of compassion and strengthening a true united order that appreciates
the meaning of life.

Today, we celebrate a Boon in your name, I have attempted to emulate
thy art that clothed the sacred truth in concrete form, escorting our
fellow men through color, texture, shape, sound, dances, narrative and
poetic verses into the felt presence of divine. Art in this
celebration, I boldly declare as healing rhythms of inclusive faith.

This sacred evening, we hear euphoric cheers turning dreams into
reality. For awaken men's own evil nature cease to be the root of all
his sinful thoughts, deeds and words. Men recognizing that the art of
tempting requires him to learn to face up to a blinding lights of
truths and lonely darkness of lies.

Tonight, we celebrate our existence and sing with gusto. We know we
are solid and sound. We acknowledge this shared dedication to
preserve, protect and love our planet. We recognize an earthly tune
that heal our body and soul with mindful cultivation through mutually
respected spirituality that reunited our physicality with glowing
freedom along criss crossing time to live life to the fullest.

No longer are human kind savages. For we recovered through this new
song a new language with rhythmic juxtaposition to help us comprehend
then act and succeed our brave new world.

Yesterday's art displayed how deeply held are our differences.

Today's we let our differences dissolve and celebrate upon a
reconciliation of earthly trust.

For our existence is the embellishment of God's all inclusive creation.

For we define a tradition of excellence as a group of courageous
global citizenry that stand as testaments of life.

Now we dance side by side and commit faithfully to an agreement of
coexistence graced through devout traditions of honor and grace.

A new reality eclipsed a universal bond. A connection of divine
perfection that exist in ephemeral imperfection living as grateful
creations like the eternal tree of life. We hereby lead with the
courage to heal and be healed.

I stand in honor as part of this group of transcended men prancing
gregariously and singing a song called “Our Seasoned Leaves of Grass.”

Thank you Mr. Whitman for your creative expression of celebrated unity.

By Si-Hu aka Boon Tiong Ho
Woodlands, Singapore
October 17, 2009


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God grant me the SERENITY to accept the things I cannot change;
COURAGE to change the things I can; and WISDOM to know the difference.