The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
E. E. CUMMINGSAs small as a world as large as alone.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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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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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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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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