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The eyes of my eyes are opened.

E. E. Cummings

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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Deep Eyes Myself Rose Understand Voice
Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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Art God Poetry Writing
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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Carry Heart Myself Stars Wonder
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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Beyond Experience Eyes Happiness Myself Silence Touch Travel
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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Deep Growth Hope Life Love Mindset Myself Relationship Secret Sky Soul Tree
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Afraid People Silence
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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Courage Grow Up Yourself
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Artist Himself Learning Order
As small as a world as large as alone.
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Alone Deep Nature Reality Wonderful World
Only by you my heart always moves.
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Heart Myself Relationship True Love
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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Beautiful Question
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Artist Himself Learning Order
Love is the whole and more than all.
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Love One Liner
If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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Creation Obsession Poet Writing
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Believe Experience Human Reveal Risk Spirit Wonderful
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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Fingers Flower Home Ocean Stars Thinking Tongue

The eyes of my eyes are opened.

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