I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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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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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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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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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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The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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