They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,
Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,
They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike,retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,
They are ultimate in their own right--they are calm, clear, well-possess'd of themselves.
A WOMAN waits for me--she contains all, nothing is lacking.
( Walt Whitman poetry - "A Woman Waits For Me" )