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ash-elizabeth-art · 3 months
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And I don't know which is more lovely a thought
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seighart · 1 year
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“I love you in every season, through all the changes in your soul. I love you every month and I would love you on February 30th without hesitation. My love for you reaches time that doesn't exist.”
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“Will we speak to each other
making the grass bend as if
a wind were before us, will our
way be as graceful, as
substantial as the movement
of something moving so gently.
We break things into pieces like
walls we break ourselves into
hearing them fall just to hear it.“
—Robert Creeley
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کسی کے سر کسی کا خوامخواہ الزام ہوتا ہے
کوئی سچ مچ برا ہے اور کوئی بد نام ہوتا ہے
Kisi k sar kisi ka khamukhwa ilzaam hota hai
Koi sach much bura hai aur koi badnaam hota hai ~
*Credits go to rightful owners
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bell-honey-well · 7 months
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The End
There's smoke in the air.
I feel it everywhere.
I feel it in my bones.
I feel it in my hair.
And I just don't know
How long its been.
There's smoke in the air.
Time is running thin.
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maggielogic · 8 months
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I wrote this after watching “My Mind and Me” 💌✨📚💕
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cosmicbirch8 · 11 months
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namitha · 1 year
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Do the trees speak back to the wind when the wind offers some invitational comment?
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poeitivity · 1 year
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lightyagamismentor · 10 months
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library find <3
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from Dear Hermes by Michelle Smith
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ash-elizabeth-art · 6 months
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seighart · 1 year
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I like the feel of you. I like the noises you make. I love your faults. I love your voice. I love your truth. The world bores me to death — it bores me and irritates me when I'm away from you.
H.G. Wells, from a letter to Rebecca West written c. April 1913
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eliachampagne · 1 year
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i wanted to say 'please do stay', but how can i if you never even came.
Elia Champagne, stay
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journey-to-balance · 24 days
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So happiness,
as most of us are taught, or
as most of us see it, is results oriented.
If then.
If I get this,
then I will be happy.
If I reach this goal,
then I will be happy.
Something akin to a "ta-da" moment. But,
there's no "ta-da" moment.
There's no hill
that you get to the top of, and
you say, "ah, I think I did it."
Because what you do see,
once you get to the top, is
other hills.
I know now,
that joy is more in the verb,
in the process of doing, and
if we can get out of our mind,
that there is a finish line, and
just enjoy the race, if we
can just chase ourselves and say,
"this is the best I can do," if we
can get to the end of this life, sit back and say,
"well, I didn't make it to the top, but
how many steps did I climb,
how wide was my reach,
how deep did my roots grow?"
Would it tally up?
And if once this life is over, and
Creator turns to us and says,
"well done,"
would we be happy then? I would.
I think that's as good as it gets.
April is National Poetry Month, 30 days of celebrating the joy, expressiveness, and pure delight of poetry.
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Every night, You free spirits from the body’s snare, and clear the tablets of the mind.
Every night, spirits are set free from this cage, no longer ruled by rules or long stories.
At night, prisoners have no sense of imprisonment, at night governors are unconscious of their power.
There is no sorrow, no thought of gain or loss, no tales of this person or another.
Even without sleep, this is how the gnostic is.
As God said, you would think they were awake, while they slept.
Have no doubt: there are those who are asleep day and night to the affairs of this world, yet moving like a pen in the hand of God.
- Rumi [Masnavi I: 387–94]
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