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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.

E. E. Cummings

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
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
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
As small as a world as large as alone.
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Alone Deep Nature Reality Wonderful World
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
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
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Love Moon Relationship Stars Sun Yourself
It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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Competition Myself Poem Rose
Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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Carry Flower Head Life Man Old
I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Choice Friendship Goodness Myself Worth
And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Love Myself Mystery Yourself
Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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Artist Hate Love Night Trust
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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Believe Feeling Moments People Thinking 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
A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Appearance Beautiful Pretty Woman Worth

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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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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