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We can never be born enough.

E. E. Cummings

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
To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
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Creation Deep Destroy Wisdom
Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Laughter Open Yourself
Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
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Forever Live Myself Smile True Love
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
Love is the whole and more than all.
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Love One Liner
One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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Deep Mathematics Oneself Wisdom
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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Break Myself Play Thinking Toy
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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Love Ourselves Relationship Spring Time
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
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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Creation Existence Experience Movement Poet Possible
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Afraid People Silence
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
May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Heart Live Myself Open Secret
Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Laughter Open Yourself
The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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Artist Description Difference Feeling Man

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