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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.

E. E. Cummings

May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
E. E. CUMMINGS

Bird Heart Live Man Old Secret Sing
We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Believe Experience Human Listening Ourselves Reveal Risk Spirit Touch Trust Value Wonderful Worth
May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Heart Live Myself Open Secret
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Artist Himself Learning Order
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Bird Choice Dance Learning Myself Sing Stars Teaching
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Bird Choice Dance Learning Myself Sing Stars Teaching
We can never be born enough.
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Born Enough One Liner Satisfaction
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue
Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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Afraid Dare Kiss Sky
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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Better Fate Kiss Wisdom
One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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Deep Mathematics Oneself Wisdom
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Appearance Minute Moon
Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Born Light Moon Myself Spirit Stars Sun
Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Born Light Moon Myself Spirit Stars Sun
A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Appearance Beautiful Pretty Woman Worth

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