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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.

E. E. Cummings

As small as a world as large as alone.
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Alone Deep Nature Reality Wonderful World
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Appearance Minute Moon
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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Creation Existence Experience Movement Poet Possible
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.
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Deep Eyes Myself Rose Understand Voice
You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Deep Love Myself Relationship Yourself
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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Creation Obsession Poet Writing
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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Bird Head Live Song
As small as a world as large as alone.
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Alone Deep Nature Reality Wonderful World
The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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Health Money Place Poor Rich Sad Sick Travel
Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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Afraid Dare Kiss Sky
Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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Artist Hate Love Night Trust
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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Break Myself Play Thinking Toy
Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Existence Gift Live Trick
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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Alive Darkness Eyes Myself Sun
And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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Breathe Laughter Love Myself Reason
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 Reveal Risk Spirit Wonderful

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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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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