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“A word after a word after a word is power.”
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
The trick is not how much pain you feel, but how much joy you feel. Any idiot can feel pain. Life is full of excuses to feel pain, excuses not to live, excuses, excuses, excuses.
Everyone in me is a bird
I am beating all my wings
Restore your attention or bring it to a new level by dramatically slowing down whatever you’re doing.
I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.
Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it.
It’s a hard time to be human. We know too much and too little.
Sometimes time is like watching whales
breach fearless with instinct and practice,
as you and I learned to be
day by day, moment inside moment―
moving toward each other like memory
passed one body to another.
(from the poem, “Sometimes Time”)