Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Blurbs

We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.


"I speak of love that comes to mind: 

The moon is faithful, although blind; 
She moves in thought she cannot speak. 
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so deep, 
The earth so dark; so long my sleep, 
I have become another child. 
I wake to see the world go wild."

I want to feel my life. I want to stop agreeing to things I don’t really want.

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