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To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

E. E. Cummings

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Bird Choice Dance Learning Myself Sing Stars Teaching
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
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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Break Up Deep End Lose Myself Sea Yourself
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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Bird Head Live Song
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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Believe Experience Human Listening Ourselves Reveal Risk Spirit Touch Trust Value Wonderful Worth
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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Deep Eyes Myself One Liner Open
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
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
Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Born Light Moon Myself Spirit Stars Sun
We can never be born enough.
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Born Enough One Liner Satisfaction
Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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Goodness Let Go Listening Universe
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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Appearance Minute Moon
One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
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Deep Mathematics Oneself Wisdom
The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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Art Break Deep Destruction Glory Goal Light Reality Secret White
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

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