Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGSYours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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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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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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Only by you my heart always moves.
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Nobody loses all the time.
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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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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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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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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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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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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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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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