(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]
may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
a poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being
One's not half two. It's two are halves of one.
We can never be born enough.
there's time for laughing and there's time for crying— for hoping for despair for peace for longing —a time for growing and a time for dying: a night for silence and a day for singing but more than all(as all your more than eyes tell me)there is a time for timelessness
The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds
may i be i is the only prayer--not may i be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong today... may i be me....five foot eleven, brown hair/eyed, smart, serious, happy, frustrated, impatient, joyful, running, sleeping, smiling, eating, trying, believing, listening, being & becoming.
Tomorrow is our permanent address.
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise
Only by you my heart always moves.
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