What we need are more people who specialize in the impossible.
Theodore Roethke (1908 - 1963)
Contributed by: Louëlla
"Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries."
Contributed by: Eleigh
I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.
Source: The Waking, 1948
Contributed by: Zaady
May my silences become more accurate.
Time marks us while we are marking time.
And everything comes to One, As we dance on, dance on, dance on.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.
Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm! The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil; All things unholy, marred by curse, The ugly of the universe.
Source: Long Live the Weeds
Love is not love until love's vunerable.
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