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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.

E. E. Cummings

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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Fear Hope Love Silence Voice
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
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
You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Deep Love Myself Relationship Yourself
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
And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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Breathe Laughter Love Myself Reason
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Born Deep People Philosophy Thinking
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 three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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Health Money Place Poor Rich Sad Sick Travel
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
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
You shall above all things be glad and young.
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Young Yourself
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 now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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Love Myself Mystery Yourself
Only by you my heart always moves.
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Heart Myself Relationship True Love
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Deep Eyes Myself One Liner Open

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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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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