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I imagine it like a beach. There is a magnificent sand castle that has taken years to build. A row of pink seashells for gables, rooms of pebble and driftwood. This is your life. Then comes the affair, nagging bloodwork, a freeway pileup. The tide moves in. The water eats your work like a drove of wild birds. There is debris. A tatter of sea grass and blood from where you scratched your own arm trying to fight the current. It might not happen for a long time, but one day you run your fingers through the #sand again, scoop a fistful out, and pat it into a new floor. You can believe in anything, so why not believe this will last? The seashell rafter like eyes in the gloaming. I’m here to tell you the tide will never stop coming in. I’m here to tell you whatever you build will be ruined, so make it beautiful. @hala.n.alyan #Spoiler excerpt https://www.instagram.com/p/CFk8RfOgL-a/?igshid=1hyisa8ofh953
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Come I will teach you to dance as naturally as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long. I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers. Envy lashes my tail. #Love speaks me entire, a word of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass. #margepiercy #thecatssong https://www.instagram.com/p/CE9eRKfgRKH/?igshid=1g7y3iduy86he
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Even here, 11-thousand feet above the sea, I can feel him. I can hear his laugh and see his smile. In a fleeting dream, it becomes clear. He’s gone. We laid him to rest at sea. His favorite place. Pacific coasting, diving, drinking. Through the unending cycle, particles and droplets in space rain rain rain down, Even to the highest reaches of the land. From the sea, to the mountains, he’s here. I grasp at the icy water, snowy circles in my hands, evidence of the endless cycle. The cycle of life and water really never end. Even here, I can hear his laugh and see his smile, even if it’s inside my own. https://www.instagram.com/p/CB3MrIfAi8-/?igshid=1okod0mypsfxp
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Everything is beautiful and I am so sad. This is how the heart makes a duet of wonder and grief. The light spraying through the lace of the fern is as delicate as the fibers of memory forming their web around the knot in my throat. The breeze makes the birds move from branch to branch as this ache makes me look for those I’ve lost in the next room, in the next song, in the laugh of the next stranger. In the very center, under it all, what we have that no one can take away and all that we’ve lost face each other. It is there that I’m adrift, feeling punctured by a holiness that exists inside everything. I am so sad and everything is beautiful. #MarkNepo https://www.instagram.com/p/CAahLgNgI8k/?igshid=vp8i2mngvv1v
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I walked away from myself, I left the room, I found the garden, I knew the woman in it, together we lay down. #robertcreeley #Castilleja #indianpaintbrush #nofilter https://www.instagram.com/p/B_GuABCgigk/?igshid=fl0r0dkb7up4
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a #mountain claims #space of sky in a heart, surrounds in stone and tree this heart’s abode, bides all days, tends to a body is home. #NickHoff excerpt of “A Poem for Etel” https://www.instagram.com/p/B-iWp1LgVDR/?igshid=1tzt96c30eecn
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The earth said remember me. The earth said don’t let go, said it one day when I was accidentally listening, I heard it, I felt it like temperature, all said in a whisper— #joriegraham https://www.instagram.com/p/B9QbcKTAMdn/?igshid=15s90gpbfr0g
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Who knows what will happen next? And if you still want to look up, I hope you see the dark sky as oceanic — boundless, limitless — like all the shades of blue in a glacier. Listen how this planet spins with so much fin, wing, and fur. #invitation #aimeenezhukumatathil #crystalriver (at Crystal River, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7KXx3GgEjA/?igshid=erl43fhpv5fj
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I have hidden inside a sea shell but forgotten in which. Now daily I dive, filtering the sea through my fingers, to find myself. Sometimes I think a giant fish has swallowed me. Looking for it everywhere I want to make sure it will get me completely. The sea-bed attracts me, and I’m repelled by millions of sea shells that all look alike. Help, I am one of them. If only I knew, which. How often I’ve gone straight up to one of them, saying: That’s me. Only, when I prised it open it was empty. #marinsorescu #seashell https://www.instagram.com/p/B55kUeXAyv9/?igshid=1foktgbhfajur
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A Girl, Her soul a deep-wave pearl Dim, lucent of all lovely mysteries; A face flowered for heart’s ease, A brow’s grace soft as seas Seen through faint forest-trees: A mouth, the lips apart, Like aspen-leaflets trembling in the breeze From her tempestuous heart. Such: and our souls so knit, I leave a page half-writ — The work begun Will be to heaven’s conception done, If she come to it. (at Hermosa Beach, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4qv1DfghA9/?igshid=1wyszjvzw833n
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Eating fire is your ambition: to swallow the flame down take it into your mouth and shoot it forth, a shout or an incandescent tongue, a word exploding from you in #gold, crimson, unrolling in a brilliant scroll To be lit up from within vein by vein To be the sun #Atwood #hazardiasquarrosa #goldenbush https://www.instagram.com/p/B3VwV2HAdB-/?igshid=z0ztrzb7s54t
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The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing #galwaykinnell #clematislasiantha seeds https://www.instagram.com/p/B3DrO3QAEK_/?igshid=44oq9gdiryuz
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Does the earth, like a harp, shiver into songs with the touch of my feet? Is it then true that the dewdrops fall from the eyes of night when I am seen, and the morning light is glad when it wraps my body round? #rabindranath_tagore #Cucurbitafoetidissima #coyotegourd https://www.instagram.com/p/B2uXOyXgvjZ/?igshid=2ticpcoytcoc
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If you find yourself half naked and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing, again, the earth's great, sonorous moan that says you are the air of the now and gone, that says all you love will turn to dust, and will meet you there, do not raise your fist. Do not raise your small voice against it. And do not take cover. Instead, curl your toes into the grass, watch the cloud ascending from your #lips. Walk through the garden's dormant splendor. Say only, #thankyou. Thank you. #psychotriaelata #costarica (at Santuario Ecológico Monteverde) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2FzKUhgOyM/?igshid=1x2on4xtpitac
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Pink and petal soft, I move through needs with #openness; Openness that arrives through the acceptance of ripening. Ripening of self, to inherent knowledge, to deep understanding. Understanding is an openness to love and the softness that initiates metamorphosis to new life. New life comes from within, layer by layer, growth shows soft wildness. Wildness is release, organic disentangling. #Rosacalifornica #wildrose #topangatopalisades https://www.instagram.com/p/BzOb2ftA5ZT/?igshid=1lvrrt8p2hztr
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Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes. If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time. There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed…I suppose the big problem would be that we would fall to our knees and worship each other. #ThomasMerton #salvialeucophylla #vanessacarduibutterfly #paintedlady #butterflymigration https://www.instagram.com/p/BxtDKCGhoJW/?igshid=11jtfxvi087hi
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Who can utter the poignance of all that is constantly threatened, invaded, expended and constantly nevertheless persists in #beauty, tranquil as this young moon just risen and slowly drinking light from the vanished sun. Who can utter the praise of such generosity or the shame? #levertov #Lasthenia #goldfields https://www.instagram.com/p/BwcvD41ABvN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ow111b1nayzc
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