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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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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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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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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Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
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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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The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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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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