The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
E. E. CUMMINGSWell, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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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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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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 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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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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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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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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