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I look upon death to be as necessary to the constitution as sleep. we shall rise again refreshed in the morning. keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow. goodbyes always make my throat hurt . . . i need more hellos..
I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. i am a woman committed to / a politics / of transliteration, the methodology / of a mind / stunned at the suddenly / possible shifts of meaning - for which / like amnesiacs / in a ward on fire, we must / find words / or burn her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. for man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, perfectly alive..
Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. and if tonight my soul may find her peace / in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, / and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower / then i have been dipped again in god, and new-created. have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause in a roomful of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're all alone in the whole house? each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful, if you listen carefully. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. people living deeply have no fear of death. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? the choice may have been mistaken - the choosing was not. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. you can't help respecting anybody who can spell tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? the world breaks us all. afterward, some are stronger at the broken places. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden a pain stabbed my heart as it did every time i saw a girl i loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. i'm at peace with the world. i'm completely serene. i've discovered my purpose in life. i know why i was put here and why everything exists... i am here so everybody can do what i want. once everybody accepts it, they'll be serene too. all sanity is great madness, but the greatest madness of all is to live life the way it is, rather than as it should be..
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I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. i am a woman committed to / a politics / of transliteration, the methodology / of a mind / stunned at the suddenly / possible shifts of meaning - for which / like amnesiacs / in a ward on fire, we must / find words / or burn her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. for man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, perfectly alive..
Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. and if tonight my soul may find her peace / in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, / and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower / then i have been dipped again in god, and new-created. have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause in a roomful of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're all alone in the whole house? each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful, if you listen carefully. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. people living deeply have no fear of death. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? the choice may have been mistaken - the choosing was not. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. you can't help respecting anybody who can spell tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? the world breaks us all. afterward, some are stronger at the broken places. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden a pain stabbed my heart as it did every time i saw a girl i loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. i'm at peace with the world. i'm completely serene. i've discovered my purpose in life. i know why i was put here and why everything exists... i am here so everybody can do what i want. once everybody accepts it, they'll be serene too. all sanity is great madness, but the greatest madness of all is to live life the way it is, rather than as it should be..