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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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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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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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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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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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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