And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomeone 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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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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