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Let’s walk in this world,

you and I, together.

Let’s be explorers

of the sacred every day.

We will voyage into the heart matters

to compare what we learn

and have yet to figure out,

then gently collapse inside the mystery

of what we may never understand.

Let’s be pilgrims in a land

of prismatic doors to be opened,

and we’ll savor each realization

that steps through.

We’ll be life’s devoted pupils,

asking questions religiously,

discerning glimpses of truth

in one another’s eyes.

And you won’t insist you own every answer,

and I won’t pretend to be holding all the keys.

For you are ever the enlightened one

in the acceptance of not infinitely knowing...

and I will always be the seeker,

not the one who claims the way.

~ Susan Frybort -

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“There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.”

— Derrick Jensen, from “Silencing,” A Language Older Than Words (Chelsea Green Publishing, 2004)

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My heart is burning with love-

All can see this flame

My heart is pulsing with passion 

like waves on an ocean

I’m at home wherever I am 

And in the room of lovers I can see with closed eyes

the beauty that dances behind the veils

intoxicated with love

I too dance the rhythm

of this moving world

I have lost my senses

in my world of lovers- 

-Rumi-

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David Dubnitskiy

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“He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known, because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it.”

― Anaïs Nin -

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“Love is the true state of the human heart. When we love, we unguard our hearts. We open ourselves up to the world with- out any restraint. When passion flows, desires stir, our earthy senses become dull, and our ethereal self becomes illumined. At this stage, we are naked, totally naked, with little or no covering of ego.”

― Salil Jha, Naked Soul: The Erotic Love Poems -

His

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“I have loved people passionately whom I wouldn't have slept with for anything, but I think that's something else. That's friendship -- love, which can be a tremendously passionate emotion, and it can be tender and involve a desire to hug or whatever. But it certainly doesn't mean you want to take off your clothes with that person. But certain friendships can be erotic. Oh, I think friendship is very erotic, but it isn't necessarily sexual. I think all my relationships are erotic: I can't imagine being fond of somebody I don't want to touch or hug, so therefore there's always an erotic aspect to some extent.”

― Susan Sontag -

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A new year opens vistas

Teeming with profound possibilities

For folks to metamorphose into stars

Provided they make good the propulsion of probabilities.

A new year affords a chance

To grace, bless and to assess

The right wrong balance

In an effort to forestall any further stress.

A new year swings into action

An opportunity to recast lives

Into the right direction devoid of malefaction

As the dawn of hope arrives and thrives.

A new year whips sorrow

Into submission and humiliation

So long as society seizes tomorrow

To spread affection, benediction, restoration and cooperation.

-Anonymous ICU Doctor-2022-

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“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?”

— Haruki Murakami

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M.L. King Jr. and Coretta Scott King

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“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation – either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.”

― Martin Luther King Jr.

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“I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot make. Please give me that heavy book. I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. 

Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness. I know that I am dead. 

As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Don't say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. 

I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. 

I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.” ― Anais Nin -

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“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”

― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being -

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“You fell in love with my flowers but not my roots, so when autumn came you didn't know what to do.”

— Soft Grung

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“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.”

— Charles Bukowski

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"The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place."

– Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves

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In You The Earth

Little rose, roselet, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I'll clasp you like this and carry you to my mouth, but suddenly my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips: you have grown, your shoulders rise like two hills, your breasts wander over my breast, my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin new-moon line of your waist: in love you loosened yourself like sea water: I can scarcely measure the sky's most spacious eyes and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.

By Pablo Neruda -

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Still My Mind - Act 1 by Bentwig420

Still it rushes through me, in every pore, through every cell. What is this . . . what feeling is this? I cannot tell, what secrets unveil capabilities unknown to limits. This absolute immersion blankets my every conscious thought. Drawing you closer, bringing you here. So close to me I dare not say - still not within my sight. I feel your breath, heat penetrating my skin like a hard summer rain. I feel your face, your eyes, trace your mouth with my fingers. You give me breath so close to your mouth, still we do not touch. Smoldering fantasies ignite burning, lust and longing. Desire tempts me. "Move closer . . . " she whispers, "closer, closer. " A paradox? Closer to you, like the finest lace - our bodies occupy exactly the same space. Deeper you come! Taking you in - surrounding me and filling me up- and down- push, shove CRASH! Eyes open, must I see? Truth is now . . . this reality.