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18 July 2018

We can never be born enough.  We are human beings; for whom birth is a
supremely welcome mystery, the mystery of growing: the mystery which happens only and whenever we are faithful to ourselves. 8 more words



love is more thicker than forget

more thinner than recall

more seldom than a wave is wet

more frequent than to fail

it is more mad and moonly… 66 more words

American Kitsch

lady i swear by all flowers
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh
Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn

I hear America singing
The varied carols I hear,—
A killer bee that’s stinging… 104 more words


The Gospel of Grief & Grace & Gratitude

by Melanie Rae Thon

Love is life ~ All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love ~ Everything is, everything exists, only because I love ~ 1,232 more words


a total stranger one black day by E. E. Cummings

a total stranger one black day
knocked living the hell out of me–
who found forgiveness hard because
my(as it happened)self he was
-but now that fiend and i are such… 6 more words


thoughts. in essence.

the earth is still

at last

the only thing left spinning is me

floating through hemispheres

of pain and illusion

of being better than I am… 113 more words