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. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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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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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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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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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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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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America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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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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