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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

John Keats

Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
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Bright Listening Moon Night Stars Talk Time
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
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Greatness Work
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
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Experience Illustration Life Reality Yourself
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
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Cloud Existence Fantasy Forever Myself
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
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Music Stability World Yourself
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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Death Divorce Greatness Land Sea Separate Weakness
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
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Hands Herself Himself Kiss
I don’t need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever.
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Myself Need Night Shine Stars Yourself
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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Dance Flower Myself Soul Steal
Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.
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Encouragement Experience Failure Positive
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
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Death Faith Love Myself Togetherness Touch Yourself
Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
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Freedom Happiness Heaven Lie Mindset Religion Shine Space
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
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Bliss End Kiss Soft Vow
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
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Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

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