Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CUMMINGSI 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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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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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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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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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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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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Tomorrow is our permanent address.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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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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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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