Sunday, April 30, 2017

blessing

 



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We offer gratitude to and for all friends
Who create, remake and refine one another;
Who point to stars and keep us from the dark;
Who help us hear the music in the silent places ...
Who hold us and will not let us go.

–Marge Ackley


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O sweet spontaneous earth





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O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
    fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

    beauty    , how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
    (but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

    thou answerest

them only with

        spring)


       –E. E. Cummings



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invitation






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Spring paints the countryside.
Cypress trees grow even more beautiful,
but let's stay inside.

Lock the door.
Come to me naked.
No one's here.


–Rumi


ok