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leonardospoetry · 7 months
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Rocks make the spark  that gives birth to a fire.  A miracle. Light extruded  from solid darkness.  I searched for so long  just to realize that  I am not the rocks.   I am the fire.
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leonardospoetry · 7 months
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I’m constantly on this search  for the essence of who I am.  Sometimes, it finds me  and I can feel its presence.  But if I try to grasp it,  it slips away.  If I try to separate it  from the rest, it escapes.  So elusive.  Like the birth of a soul  with no one to receive it,  no shape to define it.  Spilling everywhere,  touching everything.  Free.
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leonardospoetry · 7 months
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I just want to disappear into this universe. Be the sun and the sand,  the wind and the water  moving aimlessly. I want to be the dance  between the earth, the sky and the waves. Be the energy that holds  everything in its place. And then I just want to appear as a tiny human being and open my eyes and open my heart to see myself.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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Between the certainty  of light and darkness  there’s a play of shadows,  a question. Between self and other  there’s an encounter  called distance.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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I hope you have  the courage to forgive all the people  that never asked for  forgiveness.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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If you think that the Truth can be known From words, If you think that the Sun and the Ocean Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth, O someone should start laughing! Someone should start wildly Laughing ‘Now!
Hafiz
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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My consciousness strays, but it doesn’t matter, I find the greatest serenity in hallucination.
Clarice Lispector
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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Be grateful for  every single stage of life. Especially the ones  that break you open.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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I went to the place where we come from, the sea, and asked how to live. Air and water touched me,  coming and going. And along with the whole earth,  I breathed. This is how, little one,  the sea whispered,  this is how we live.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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If you sit down at night  and pay attention to the sky,  you can listen to the stars listening to you. It’s a silent melody that won’t reach  your ears but will reach your heart  and it will make you understand  that you are not alone.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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The future  will meet you  in the present and you will have  the presence  you cultivate.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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How foolish of us for trying  to escape the changes of life. I wonder if a flower tries to resist as the universe pulls its existence  from within the seed to the bud and then petal by petal,  bringing it back into the  one. Maybe it just says, with all  the silence of its being,  thank you.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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We’ve been disguising the big great fear with the little fear and that’s why we never talk about what really matters.
Clarice Lispector
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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And there is the thing that one does, the needle one plies, the work, and within that work a chance to take thoughts that are hot and formless and to place them slowly and with meticulous effort into some shapely heat-retaining form, even as the gods, or nature, or the soundless wheels of time have made forms all across the soft, curved universe—that is to say, having chosen to claim my life, I have made for myself, out of work and love, a handsome life.
Mary Oliver
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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I was searching for the meaning of life,  like trying to grasp infinity  with my own hands. Paralyzed by the fear of all that still doesn’t have a name. I thought I was burning up,  but now it’s clear that I’m the flame.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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And if someday  the uncertainty of this world  becomes too overwhelming,  I hope you remember  that some mysteries  aren’t meant to be solved,  they’re meant  to be lived.
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leonardospoetry · 8 months
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You’re lighting up  my flame  from the inside. How did you get in? I don’t even know  how to get in.
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