Wisdom Poetry Quotes

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If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.
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Chad Sugg (Monsters Under Your Head)
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Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
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Kahlil Gibran
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
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T.S. Eliot (Four Quartets)
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Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
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It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.
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Sara Teasdale (The Collected Poems)
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My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth - that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.
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Viktor E. Frankl (Man's Search for Meaning)
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Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
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Jess C. Scott (EyeLeash: A Blog Novel)
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To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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The most complicated skill is to be simple.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge. The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness. If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.
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Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet)
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If you want to annoy a poet, explain his poetry.
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Nassim Nicholas Taleb (The Bed of Procrustes: Philosophical and Practical Aphorisms)
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I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Wherever I go, I meet myself.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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Γ”, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?
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Roman Payne
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For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Each person you meet is an aspect of yourself, clamoring for love.
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Eric Micha'el Leventhal
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Those who hate rain hate life.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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If you wake up tired, you’ve been chasing dreams. If you go to bed tired, your making your dreams happen.
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Benny Bellamacina (The King of Rhyme (Rhyming picture book))
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The reason we go to poetry is not for wisdom, but for the dismantling of wisdom
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Jacques Lacan
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Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Either you will be you or you will not be at all.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sign and Its Children)
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Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
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Aberjhani (The River of Winged Dreams)
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Love is our most unifying and empowering common spiritual denominator. The more we ignore its potential to bring greater balance and deeper meaning to human existence, the more likely we are to continue to define history as one long inglorious record of man’s inhumanity to man.
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Aberjhani (Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry)
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I recreate myself; that is my only power.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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COMING FORTH INTO THE LIGHT I was born the day I thought: What is? What was? And What if? I was transformed the day My ego shattered, And all the superficial, material Things that mattered To me before, Suddenly ceased To matter. I really came into being The day I no longer cared about What the world thought of me, Only on my thoughts for Changing the world.
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Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem)
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You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Quote words that affirm all men and women are your brothers and sisters.
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Aberjhani (The River of Winged Dreams)
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I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.
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Socrates
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some winters will never melt some summers will never freeze and some things will only ... live in poems.
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Sanober Khan (Turquoise Silence)
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There is no envy, jealousy, or hatred between the different colors of the rainbow. And no fear either. Because each one exists to make the others’ love more beautiful.
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Aberjhani (Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry)
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Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Old words are reborn with new faces.
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Criss Jami (Killosophy)
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If you are in passionate love and want to celebrate your passion, read poetry. If your ardor has calmed and you want to understand your evolving relationship, read psychology. But if you have just ended a relationship and would like to believe you are better off without love, read philosophy.
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Jonathan Haidt (The Happiness Hypothesis: Finding Modern Truth in Ancient Wisdom)
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Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.
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Roman Payne (Hope and Despair)
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Words are powerful forces of nature. they are destruction. they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water. they are flowers and bone. they burn. they cleanse they erase. they etch. they can either leave you feeling homeless or brimming with home.
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Sanober Khan
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I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word home means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were eight. See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate, and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms or would leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name, and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school. If you were walking by a chemical plant where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds would you holler β€œPoison! Poison! Poison!” really loud or would you whisper β€œThat cloud looks like a fish, and that cloud looks like a fairy!” Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me β€” how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? See, I wanna know if you believe in any god or if you believe in many gods or better yet what gods believe in you. And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you asked come true? And if they didn’t, did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? Would you think less of me if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key? And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence. Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence? And if you do β€” I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving, and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes from other people’s wounds, and if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon β€” that if you wanted to, you could pop, but you never would β€˜cause you’d never want it to stop. If a tree fell in the forest and you were the only one there to hear β€” if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness? And lastly, let me ask you this: If you and I went for a walk and the entire walk, we didn’t talk β€” do you think eventually, we’d… kiss? No, wait. That’s asking too much β€” after all, this is only our first date.
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Andrea Gibson
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Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
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Francis Bacon (The Collected Works of Sir Francis Bacon)
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Farsi Couplet: Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi,mun tun shudam tu jaan shudi Taakas na guyad baad azeen, mun deegaram tu deegari English Translation: I have become you, and you me, I am the body, you soul; So that no one can say hereafter, That you are someone, and me someone else.
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Amir Khusrau (The Writings Of Amir Khusrau :700 years after the prophet : a 13th-14th century legend of Indian-sub-continent)
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When all is lost, there is still a memory.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Words rich in meaning can be cheap in sound effects.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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creativity keeps the world alive, yet, everyday we are asked to be ashamed of honoring it, wanting to live our lives as artists. i’ve carried the shame of being a β€˜creative’ since i came to the planet; have been asked to be something different, more, less my whole life. thank spirit, my wisdom is deeper than my shame, and i listened to who i was. i want to say to all the creatives who have been taught to believe who you are is not enough for this world, taught that a life of art will amount to nothing, know that who we are, and what we do is life. when we create, we are creating the world. remember this, and commit.
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Nayyirah Waheed
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I travel, always arriving in the same place.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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Change happens for you the moment you want something more than you fear it.
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Eric Micha'el Leventhal
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While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Oh, come with old KhayyΓ m, and leave the Wise To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies; One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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Omar KhayyΓ‘m
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There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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You can't stop dreaming just because the night never seems to end.
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Curtis Tyrone Jones
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Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Creator)
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Wisdom When I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things, And learned that compromises wait Behind each hardly opened gate, When I can look Life in the eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise, Life will have given me the Truth, And taken in exchange -- my youth.
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Sara Teasdale (Love Songs)
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We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Creator)
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I saw my face today And it looked older, Without the warmth of wisdom Or the softness Born of pain and waiting. The dreams were gone from my eyes, Hope lost in hollowness On my cheeks, A finger of death Pulling at my jaws. So I did my push-ups And wondered if I'd ever find you, To see my face With friendlier eyes than mine.
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James Kavanaugh (There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves)
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He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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Khusrau darya prem ka, ulti wa ki dhaar, Jo utra so doob gaya, jo dooba so paar. English Translation. Oh Khusrau, the river of love Runs in strange directions. One who jumps into it drowns, And one who drowns, gets across.
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Amir Khusrau (The Writings Of Amir Khusrau :700 years after the prophet : a 13th-14th century legend of Indian-sub-continent)
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Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.
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A.D. Posey
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To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.
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Mark Nepo
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Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Every man needs his Siren To check his courage and strength When he hears her song In his travels through the unknown.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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After the final no there comes a yes / And on that yes the future world depends.
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Wallace Stevens
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REMEMBER YOUR GREATNESS Before you were born, And were still too tiny for The human eye to see, You won the race for life From among 250 million competitors. And yet, How fast you have forgotten Your strength, When your very existence Is proof of your greatness. You were born a winner, A warrior, One who defied the odds By surviving the most gruesome Battle of them all. And now that you are a giant, Why do you even doubt victory Against smaller numbers, And wider margins? The only walls that exist, Are those you have placed in your mind. And whatever obstacles you conceive, Exist only because you have forgotten What you have already Achieved. Poetry by Suzy Kassem
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Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem)
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Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Possible is more a matter of attitude, A matter of decision, to choose Among the impossible possibilities, When one sound opportunity Becomes a possible solution.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Creator)
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Head Vs Heart: A crowded mind Leaves no space For a peaceful heart
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Christine Evangelou (Beating Hearts and Butterflies: Poetry of Wounds, Wishes and Wisdom)
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Dreams are our only geographyβ€”our native land.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.
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Curtis Tyrone Jones
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Meanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not.
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Marina Tsvetaeva (Π‘Π²ΠΎΠ΄Π½Ρ‹Π΅ Ρ‚Π΅Ρ‚Ρ€Π°Π΄ΠΈ (НСизданноС))
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[The Old Astronomer to His Pupil] Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet; He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how We are working to completion, working on from then to now. Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete, Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet, And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true, And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you. But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn, You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn, What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles; What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles. You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late, But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate. Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight; You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night. I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known. You 'have none but me,' you murmur, and I 'leave you quite alone'? Well then, kiss me, -- since my mother left her blessing on my brow, There has been a something wanting in my nature until now; I can dimly comprehend it, -- that I might have been more kind, Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind. I 'have never failed in kindness'? No, we lived too high for strife,-- Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life; But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still To the service of our science: you will further it? you will! There are certain calculations I should like to make with you, To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true; And remember, 'Patience, Patience,' is the watchword of a sage, Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age. I have sown, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap; But if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name; See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame. I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak; Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak: It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,-- God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.
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Sarah Williams (Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse)
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There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beauty Lying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Do not look too far for you will see nothing.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.
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Shah Asad Rizvi
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In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Creator)
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Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Hope without love is hopeless.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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MOM Wholeheartedly, She loved me- And inspired me- With transcending devotion. It was a blessing- To have been her son, To have been loved- Without conditions. Her words of wisdom- Opened my eyes- To the world- And to myself. By seeing the best in me, She empowered me. By believing in me, She transformed me. She grew old- And floated away, But her love remains standing- Eternally by my side.
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Giorge Leedy (Uninhibited From Lust To Love)
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You push the TRUTH off a cliff, but it will always fly. You can submerge the TRUTH under water, but it will not drown. You can place the TRUTH in the fire, but it will survive. You can bury the TRUTH beneath the ground, but it will arise. TRUTH always prevails!
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Amaka Imani Nkosazana (Heart Crush)
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Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.
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Nicole Lyons
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Some people spend their whole lives seeking heaven, when all they needed to do was look about them, and embrace that which was already there.
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Tom Althouse (The frowny face cow)
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Dance less in motion and more in spirit; awaken the dreamer within.
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Shah Asad Rizvi
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Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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True beauty is measured by the number of pearls within you, not those around your neck.
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Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem)
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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err; Alike in ignorance, his reason such, Whether he thinks too little or too much; Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world! Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides, Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides; Instruct the planets in what orbs to run, Correct old time, and regulate the sun; Go, soar with Plato to th’ empyreal sphere, To the first good, first perfect, and first fair; Or tread the mazy round his followers trod, And quitting sense call imitating God; As Eastern priests in giddy circles run, And turn their heads to imitate the sun. Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to ruleβ€” Then drop into thyself, and be a fool!
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Alexander Pope (An Essay on Man)
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If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sign and Its Children)
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My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Γ”, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.
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Roman Payne (The Love of Europa: Limited Time Edition (Only the First Chapters))
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Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sign and Its Children)
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There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Creating means living.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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Devil and God – two sides of the same face.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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A word only writes Its night and rides Its dream.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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The sun still lives his silent vows to the moon, by bowing to kiss her feet whenever she walks in the room.
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Curtis Tyrone Jones
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Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.
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Shah Asad Rizvi
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If you are only what you are, You at least have a chance Not to outsmart, But be on a par with yourself And that is worth trying.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Dance as the narration of a magical story; that recites on lips, illuminates imaginations and embraces the most sacred depths of souls.
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Shah Asad Rizvi
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Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.
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Shah Asad Rizvi
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Optimistic people bring a sense of hope into world. Encouraging people bring a new meaning to life. They help you see past the clouds on a glooming day. They bring sunlight everyday
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Stacey Chillemi (Faith, Courage, Wisdom Strength and Hope: Inspirational Poetry That Comes Straight from the Heart)
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A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth-that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which a man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of human is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for the brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when a man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way-an honorable way-in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment. For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words,"The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.
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Viktor E. Frankl (Man's Search for Ultimate Meaning)
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Poetry And it was at that age... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me. I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open, planets, palpitating planations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers, the winding night, the universe. And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke free on the open sky.
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Pablo Neruda (Selected Poems)
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I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is course, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine, one of the nation, of many nations, the smallest the same and the the largest
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Walt Whitman (Song of Myself)
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What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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I can see myself before myselfβ€” A being through dark scenery.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Creator)
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The sun never has an inferiority complex. It shines the same whether above or below.
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Curtis Tyrone Jones
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If spirit is the seed, dance is the water of its evolution.
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Shah Asad Rizvi
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Do you know where your breakthrough begins? Your breakthrough begins where your excuses ends.
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Patience Johnson (Why Does an Orderly God Allow Disorder)
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Nothing is part of everything.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sign and Its Children)
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If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.
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Shah Asad Rizvi
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The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are paintings of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom; Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.
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James Joyce (Ulysses)
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Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the artβ€”a euphemismβ€”tamed wilderness.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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In the lie of truth lies the truth.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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To expect to be kissed having bad breath is the secret of a fool.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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The Universe said, β€˜Let me show your soul something beautiful.
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Aberjhani (Elemental: The Power of Illuminated Love)
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When I Was One-And-Twenty When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, `Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.' But I was one-and-twenty No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, `The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.' And I am two-and-twenty And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.
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A.E. Housman (A Shropshire Lad)
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Be generous with your smile and try not to frown. And you will see my children; your smile will never let you down ☺
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Benny Bellamacina (The King of Rhyme (Rhyming picture book))
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Cheapen words and they'll cheapen you
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Benny Bellamacina
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I fly through memory to find a newborn love.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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There are no winners in real games.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Sun Watches the Sun)
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If you opened the dictionary and searched for the meaning of a Goddess, you would find the reflection of a dancing lady.
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Shah Asad Rizvi
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How quiet the writing, how noisy the printing.
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Marina Tsvetaeva (ЗаписныС ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠΆΠΊΠΈ ΠΈ днСвниковая ΠΏΡ€ΠΎΠ·Π°)
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To keep the air fresh among words is the secret of verbal cleanliness.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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I miss her | & not the type of missing when you’re alone, not the type when you’re broken down half drunk, not even the type when you know she’s the one. I’m talking about the kind of missing that when you’re full of happiness…you wish they were there to enjoy it. I don’t care if we’re not together, I don’t care if I never see her again. All that I will every know is I’m here smiling & I know how much she’d like to see that.
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Brandon Villasenor (I Can't Stop Drinking About You)
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The Wit of Cheats, the Courage of a Whore, Are what ten thousand envy and adore: All, all look up, with reverential Awe, At crimes that 'scape, or triumph o'er the Law: While Truth, Worth, Wisdom, daily they decry-` 'Nothing is sacred now but Villainy' - Epilogue to the Satires, Dialogue I
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Alexander Pope
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Anne Sexton knows the mind, Walt Whitman knows grass, but Emily Dickinson knows everything.
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Matt Haig (The Humans)
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A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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The night is still waiting.
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Dejan Stojanovic (Circling: 1978-1987)
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We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.
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Dejan Stojanovic (The Shape)
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If diversity is a source of wonder, its opposite - the ubiquitous condensation to some blandly amorphous and singulary generic modern culture that takes for granted an impoverished environment - is a source of dismay. There is, indeed, a fire burning over the earth, taking with it plants and animals, cultures, languages, ancient skills and visionary wisdom. Quelling this flame, and re-inventing the poetry of diversity is perhaps the most importent challenge of our times.
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Wade Davis (The Wayfinders: Why Ancient Wisdom Matters in the Modern World (CBC Massey Lecture))
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Ithaka As you set out for Ithaka hope the voyage is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidonβ€”don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare excitement stirs your spirit and your body. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, wild Poseidonβ€”you won’t encounter them unless you bring them along inside your soul, unless your soul sets them up in front of you. Hope the voyage is a long one. May there be many a summer morning when, with what pleasure, what joy, you come into harbors seen for the first time; may you stop at Phoenician trading stations to buy fine things, mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony, sensual perfume of every kindβ€” as many sensual perfumes as you can; and may you visit many Egyptian cities to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars. Keep Ithaka always in your mind. Arriving there is what you are destined for. But do not hurry the journey at all. Better if it lasts for years, so you are old by the time you reach the island, wealthy with all you have gained on the way, not expecting Ithaka to make you rich. Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey. Without her you would not have set out. She has nothing left to give you now. And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you. Wise as you will have become, so full of experience, you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.
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Constantinos P. Cavafy (C.P. Cavafy: Collected Poems)
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Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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Our task as image-bearing, God-loving, Christ-shaped, Spirit-filled Christians, following Christ and shaping our world, is to announce redemption to a world that has discovered its fallenness, to announce healing to a world that has discovered its brokenness, to proclaim love and trust to a world that knows only exploitation, fear and suspicion...The gospel of Jesus points us and indeed urges us to be at the leading edge of the whole culture, articulating in story and music and art and philosophy and education and poetry and politics and theology and even--heaven help us--Biblical studies, a worldview that will mount the historically-rooted Christian challenge to both modernity and postmodernity, leading the way...with joy and humor and gentleness and good judgment and true wisdom. I believe if we face the question, "if not now, then when?" if we are grasped by this vision we may also hear the question, "if not us, then who?" And if the gospel of Jesus is not the key to this task, then what is?
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N.T. Wright (The Challenge of Jesus: Rediscovering Who Jesus Was and Is)
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Shall I tell you our secret? We are charming thieves who steal hearts and never fail because we are the friends of the One. Blessed is the poem that comes through me but not of me because the sound of my own music will drown the song of Love.
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Rumi
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The gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education, or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages; the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials. It measures neither our wit nor our courage; neither our wisdom nor our learning; neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country; it measures everything, in short, except that which makes life worthwhile.
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Robert F. Kennedy
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There is beauty all around us, and the light finds us when we realize, we are all part of that beauty and worth the cherishing. If we despise any, we journey to despise ourselves. See all as beautiful, even if they choose to see themselves through you, as being less than so. We have the power to see for each, and be the reflection of what they may yet see.
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Tom Althouse
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UNDIVIDED I am for One world undivided. One world without fear and corruption. One world ruled by Truth and Justice. I am for One peaceful world for all, Where hate has been overcome by love, And everyone is guided only By their conscience.
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Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem)
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There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into the Promised Land Of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.
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Dejan Stojanovic
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we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecue we are unwanted and burning we are burning and unwanted we are an unwanted burning as we sizzle and fry to the bone the coals of Dante's 'Inferno' spit and sputter beneath us and above the sky is an open hand and the words of wise men are useless it's not a nice world, a nice world it's not ...
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Charles Bukowski (You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense)
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The day I bought my cane, I realized I was through with the burden of feet. Instead, I am going to become a mermaid. I have always liked the ocean, the promise of depth. I am tired of this dry world, all of this dust and sickness, these barren fields. I want to dive without drowning. I want to kiss sharks. I want men to carve me into the bows of their ships like a prayer, before I lure them into the depths with my fishnet mouth. I want the beauty, the gorgeous mutation, the fairytale of half body. All the wisdom of a woman, without the failures of sex. I am plunging. I am not coming up for air. I do not want all this human, my legs move like they resent being legs, my body is wrecked by all this gravity. I cannot face another morning waking up with no hope of a fairytale. Here on land, I am always drowning. Here on land, I cannot move.
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Clementine von Radics
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All dictators, irrespective of epoch or country, have one common trait: they know everything, are experts on everything. The thoughts of Qadaffi and Ceauşescu, Idi Amin and Alfredo Stroessnerβ€”there is no end to the profundities and wisdom. Stalin was expert on history, economics, poetry, and linguistics. As it turned out, he was also expert on architecture.
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Ryszard KapuΕ›ciΕ„ski (Imperium)
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Too much and too long, we seem to have surrendered community excellence and community values in the mere accumulation of material things. Our gross national product...if we should judge the United States of America by that - counts air pollution and cigarette advertising, and ambulances to clear our highways of carnage. It counts special locks for our doors and the jails for those who break them. It counts the destruction of our redwoods and the loss of our natural wonder in chaotic sprawl. It counts napalm and the cost of a nuclear warhead, and armored cars for police who fight riots in our streets. It counts Whitman's rifle and Speck's knife, and the television programs which glorify violence in order to sell toys to our children. Yet the gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education, or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages; the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials. It measures neither our wit nor our courage; neither our wisdom nor our learning; neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country; it measures everything, in short, except that which makes life worthwhile. And it tells us everything about America except why we are proud that we are Americans.
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Robert F. Kennedy
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From her thighs, she gives you life And how you treat she who gives you life Shows how much you value the life given to you by the Creator. And from seed to dust There is ONE soul above all others -- That you must always show patience, respect, and trust And this woman is your mother. And when your soul departs your body And your deeds are weighed against the feather There is only one soul who can save yours And this woman is your mother. And when the heart of the universe Asks her hair and mind, Whether you were gentle and kind to her Her heart will be forced to remain silent And her hair will speak freely as a separate entity, Very much like the seaweed in the sea -- It will reveal all that it has heard and seen. This woman whose heart has seen yours, First before anybody else in the world, And whose womb had opened the door For your eyes to experience light and more -- Is your very own MOTHER. So, no matter whether your mother has been cruel, Manipulative, abusive, mentally sick, or simply childish How you treat her is the ultimate test. If she misguides you, forgive her and show her the right way With simple wisdom, gentleness, and kindness. And always remember, That the queen in the Creator's kingdom, Who sits on the throne of all existence, Is exactly the same as in yours. And her name is, THE DIVINE MOTHER.
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Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem)
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Featherweight by Suzy Kassem One evening, I sat by the ocean and questioned the moon about my destiny. I revealed to it that I was beginning to feel smaller compared to others, Because the more secrets of the universe I would unlock, The smaller in size I became. I didn't understand why I wasn't feeling larger instead of smaller. I thought that seeking Truth was what was required of us all – To show us the way, not to make us feel lost, Up against the odds, In a devilish game partitioned by An invisible wall. Then the next morning, A bird appeared at my window, just as the sun began Spreading its yolk over the horizon. It remained perched for a long time, Gazing at me intently, to make sure I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Then its words gently echoed throughout my mind, Telling me: 'The world you are in – Is the true hell. The journey to Truth itself Is what quickens the heart to become lighter. The lighter the heart, the purer it is. The purer the heart, the closer to light it becomes. And the heavier the heart, The more chained to this hell It will remain.' And just like that, it flew off towards the sun, Leaving behind a tiny feather. So I picked it up, And fastened it to a toothpick, To dip into ink And write my name.
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Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem)
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If a serious statement is defined as one that may be made in terms of waking life, poetry will never rise to the level of seriousness. It lies beyond seriousness, on that more primitive and original level where the child, the animal, the savage, and the seer belong, in the region of dream, enchantment, ecstasy, laughter. To understand poetry we must be capable of donning the child's soul like a magic cloak and of forsaking man's wisdom for the child's.
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Johan Huizinga (Homo Ludens: A Study of the Play Element in Culture)
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Somewhere along the way, there develops within the soul a yearning that can no longer be ignored, a craving for the great love affair. We feel it drawing ever closer. It is the greatest of them all. It cannot fail. It is all consuming. It is incomparable. It is the love affair with our own true nature and the source from which it comes. The desire is in all of us but, more often than not, it is ignored for other interests. We wrestle with each interest, trying to make it work, growing with each adventure until the light has grown bright enough for us to reach for it.
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Donna Goddard (Love's Longing)
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Γ”, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent. When she came to my bed and begged me with sighs not to tempt her towards passion nor actions unwise, I told her I’d spare her and kissed her closed eyes, then unbraided her body of its clothing disguise. While our bodies were nude bathed in candlelight fine I devoured her mouth, tender lips divine; and I drank through her thighs her feminine wine. Γ”, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.
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Roman Payne
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imagine the desert mothers, with hair tangled tighter than their theology and breasts that flowed milk and mystic wisdom. they knew how to draw the singing sigils in the sand, how to dig rough and bitten fingers into desiccated dirt for water to wet the lips of their young. women of hips and heft, who learned how to burn beneath the wild and searing sun, who made loud love against the star-flecked threat of night, who knew that strength is not always a matter of muscle. imagine your ancestresses, the prophetesses of the arid lands, before these starched traditions and pews too hard to pray from, who bled true ritual and birthed their own fierce souls at creation's crowning --
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Beth Morey (Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul)
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You have a minute and a half left." "Fine," she snapped. "Then I'll reduce this conversation to one single fact. Today I had six callers. Six! Can you recall the last time I had six callers?" Anthony just stared at her blankly. "I can't," Daphne continued, in fine form now. "Because it has never happened. Six men marched up our steps, knocked on our door, and gave Humboldt their cards. Six men brought me flowers, engaged me in conversation, and one even recited poetry." Simon winced. "And do you know why?" she demanded, her voice rising dangerously. "Do you?" Anthony, in his somewhat belatedly arrived wisdom, held his tongue. "It is all because he"β€”she jabbed her forefinger toward Simonβ€”"was kind enough to feign interest in me last night at Lady Danbury's ball.
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Julia Quinn (The Duke and I (Bridgertons, #1))
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No Matter What No matter what the world claims, its wisdom always growing, so it’s said, some things don’t alter with time: the first kiss is a good example, and the flighty sweetness of rhyme. No matter what the world preaches spring unfolds in its appointed time, the violets open and the roses, snow in its hour builds its shining curves, there’s the laughter of children at play, and the wholesome sweetness of rhyme. No matter what the world does, some things don’t alter with time. The first kiss, the first death. The sorrowful sweetness of rhyme.
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Mary Oliver (Blue Horses)
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A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truthβ€”that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved.
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Viktor E. Frankl (Man's Search for Meaning)
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You will not remember much from school. School is designed to teach you how to respond and listen to authority figures in the event of an emergency. Like if there's a bomb in a mall or a fire in an office. It can, apparently, take you more than a decade to learn this. These are not the best days of your life. They are still ahead of you. You will fall in love and have your heart broken in many different, new and interesting ways in college or university (if you go) and you will actually learn things, as at this point, people will believe you have a good chance of obeying authority and surviving, in the event of an emergency. If, in your chosen career path, there are award shows that give out more than ten awards in one night or you have to pay someone to actually take the award home to put on your mantlepiece, then those awards are more than likely designed to make young people in their 20's work very late, for free, for other people. Those people will do their best to convince you that they have value. They don't. Only the things you do have real, lasting value, not the things you get for the things you do. You will, at some point, realise that no trophy loves you as much as you love it, that it cannot pay your bills (even if it increases your salary slightly) and that it won't hold your hand tightly as you say your last words on your deathbed. Only people who love you can do that. If you make art to feel better, make sure it eventually makes you feel better. If it doesn't, stop making it. You will love someone differently, as time passes. If you always expect to feel the same kind of love you felt when you first met someone, you will always be looking for new people to love. Love doesn't fade. It just changes as it grows. It would be boring if it didn't. There is no truly "right" way of writing, painting, being or thinking, only things which have happened before. People who tell you differently are assholes, petrified of change, who should be violently ignored. No philosophy, mantra or piece of advice will hold true for every conceivable situation. "The early bird catches the worm" does not apply to minefields. Perfection only exists in poetry and movies, everyone fights occasionally and no sane person is ever completely sure of anything. Nothing is wrong with any of this. Wisdom does not come from age, wisdom comes from doing things. Be very, very careful of people who call themselves wise, artists, poets or gurus. If you eat well, exercise often and drink enough water, you have a good chance of living a long and happy life. The only time you can really be happy, is right now. There is no other moment that exists that is more important than this one. Do not sacrifice this moment in the hopes of a better one. It is easy to remember all these things when they are being said, it is much harder to remember them when you are stuck in traffic or lying in bed worrying about the next day. If you want to move people, simply tell them the truth. Today, it is rarer than it's ever been. (People will write things like this on posters (some of the words will be bigger than others) or speak them softly over music as art (pause for effect). The reason this happens is because as a society, we need to self-medicate against apathy and the slow, gradual death that can happen to anyone, should they confuse life with actually living.)
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pleasefindthis
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WONDERLAND It is a person's unquenchable thirst for wonder That sets them on their initial quest for truth. The more doors you open, the smaller you become. The more places you see and the more people you meet, The greater your curiosity grows. The greater your curiosity, the more you will wander. The more you wander, the greater the wonder. The more you quench your thirst for wonder, The more you drink from the cup of life. The more you see and experience, the closer to truth you become. The more languages you learn, the more truths you can unravel. And the more countries you travel, the greater your understanding. And the greater your understanding, the less you see differences. And the more knowledge you gain, the wider your perspective, And the wider your perspective, the lesser your ignorance. Hence, the more wisdom you gain, the smaller you feel. And the smaller you feel, the greater you become. The more you see, the more you love -- The more you love, the less walls you see. The more doors you are willing to open, The less close-minded you will be. The more open-minded you are, The more open your heart. And the more open your heart, The more you will be able to Send and receive -- Truth and TRUE Unconditional LOVE.
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Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem)
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Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sun That will not rise again. Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea, Of friendship better than bread, and of bright charity That lifts a man a little above the beasts that run. That this could be! That I should live to see Most vulgar Pride, that stale obstreperous clown, So fitted out with purple robe and crown To stand among his betters! Face to face With outraged me in this once holy place, Where Wisdom was a favoured guest and hunted Truth was harboured out of danger, He bulks enthroned, a lewd, an insupportable stranger! I would have sworn, indeed I swore it: The hills may shift, the waters may decline, Winter may twist the stem from the twig that bore it, But never your love from me, your hand from mine. Now goes under the sun, and I watch it go under. Farewell, sweet light, great wonder! You, too, farewell,-but fare not well enough to dream You have done wisely to invite the night before the darkness came.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
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We lead a difficult life, not always managing to fit our actions to the vision we have of the world. (And when I think I have caught a glimpse of the color of my fate, it flees from my gaze.) We struggle and suffer to reconquer our solitude. But a day comes when the earth has its simple and primitive smile. Then, it is as if the struggles and life within us were rubbed out. Millions of eyes have looked at this landscape, and for me it is like the first smile of the world. It takes me out of myself, in the deepest meaning of the expression. It assures me that nothing matters except my love, and that even this love has no value for me unless it remains innocent and free. It denies me a personality, and deprives my suffering of its echo. The world is beautiful, and this is everything. The great truth which it patiently teaches me is that neither the mind nor even the heart has any importance. And that the stone warmed by the stone or the cypress tree swelling against the empty sky set a boundary to the only world in which "to be right" has any meaning: nature without men. This world reduces me to nothing. It carries me to the very end. Without anger, it denies that I exist. And, agreeing to my defeat, I move toward a wisdom where everything has already been conquered -- except that tears come into my eyes, and this great sob of poetry which swells my heart makes me forget the truth of the world.
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Albert Camus (Notebooks 1935-1942)