It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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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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Love is the whole and more than all.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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As small as a world as large as alone.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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