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your one hundred valentines.
here is what the stars smell like.
because all this mess grief makes, it makes with love.
a rainbow does nothing.
distrust everything if you have to. but trust the hours. haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now?
it's a dangerous thing to have a soul
because all this mess grief makes it makes with love
i thank you god for this most amazing ache which is natural which is infinite which is yes
your one hundred valentines
distrust everything if you have to. but trust the hours. haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now?
a practical field guide to mystery.
are you the poet or the poem?
on earth, the terrible things and the beautiful things continue to happen beside each other.
what you are hearing in this moment is music.
you are simply dizzy with freedom.
being the perfect astronaut
you reading this, be ready.
it is your birthright to be devastated.
it is a profound responsibility to be a flower.
within your Heart is a bright, ceiling-less place. you can go there, if you like.
there is one thing people are good at and that is looking at butterflies.
take the olive. shoulder your dead.
whatever you love, you must cry out for it to bless you.
tear the veil: or, hearing silence
i love you. come in. stay a while. have you eaten?
a guide toward touch
when was the last time you saved the world?
to be alone is not an option, and other rules for becoming moss.
the true life is elsewhere. we are not in the world.
love, ars poetica.
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read.
your one hundred valentines.
here is what the stars smell like.
because all this mess grief makes, it makes with love.
a rainbow does nothing.
distrust everything if you have to. but trust the hours. haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now?
it's a dangerous thing to have a soul
because all this mess grief makes it makes with love
i thank you god for this most amazing ache which is natural which is infinite which is yes
your one hundred valentines
distrust everything if you have to. but trust the hours. haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now?
a practical field guide to mystery.
are you the poet or the poem?
on earth, the terrible things and the beautiful things continue to happen beside each other.
what you are hearing in this moment is music.
you are simply dizzy with freedom.
being the perfect astronaut
you reading this, be ready.
it is your birthright to be devastated.
it is a profound responsibility to be a flower.
within your Heart is a bright, ceiling-less place. you can go there, if you like.
there is one thing people are good at and that is looking at butterflies.
take the olive. shoulder your dead.
whatever you love, you must cry out for it to bless you.
tear the veil: or, hearing silence
i love you. come in. stay a while. have you eaten?
a guide toward touch
when was the last time you saved the world?
to be alone is not an option, and other rules for becoming moss.
the true life is elsewhere. we are not in the world.
love, ars poetica.
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your one hundred valentines.
here is what the stars smell like.
because all this mess grief makes, it makes with love.
a rainbow does nothing.
distrust everything if you have to. but trust the hours. haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now?
it's a dangerous thing to have a soul
because all this mess grief makes it makes with love
i thank you god for this most amazing ache which is natural which is infinite which is yes
your one hundred valentines
distrust everything if you have to. but trust the hours. haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now?
a practical field guide to mystery.
are you the poet or the poem?
on earth, the terrible things and the beautiful things continue to happen beside each other.
what you are hearing in this moment is music.
you are simply dizzy with freedom.
being the perfect astronaut
you reading this, be ready.
it is your birthright to be devastated.
it is a profound responsibility to be a flower.
within your Heart is a bright, ceiling-less place. you can go there, if you like.
there is one thing people are good at and that is looking at butterflies.
take the olive. shoulder your dead.
whatever you love, you must cry out for it to bless you.
tear the veil: or, hearing silence
i love you. come in. stay a while. have you eaten?
a guide toward touch
when was the last time you saved the world?
to be alone is not an option, and other rules for becoming moss.
the true life is elsewhere. we are not in the world.
you are not an unspectacular thing.
