Of Leaves of Grass and Wheatgrass

As I ponder on Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass (I Sing the Body Electric), I am reminded to drink another glass of wheatgrass.

I will be taking this every morning, after pranayama. Just another addition to the happy little changes I want to make. In January, my entire team (at work) will go through a detoxification program. They will also be doing yoga. :)

Before I go and make myself a fresh glass, I leave you with Walt's Full of Life, Now.

FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.

When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible; 5
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me;
Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your comrade;
Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)