We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
SCHUYLERIn a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
More Schuyler Quotes
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
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I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
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If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.
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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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