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"I Thank You God", by E.E. Cummings
i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything...

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Mar 9, 20151 min read


"Tending Two Shops" by Jelaluddin Rumi
Don’t run around this world looking for a hole to hide in. There are wild beasts in every cave! If you live with mice, the cat claws will...

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Mar 7, 20151 min read


"I Shall Not Live In Vain" by Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one...

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Mar 7, 20151 min read


"When I Am Among the Trees" by Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such...

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Mar 7, 20151 min read


"Why I am Happy" by William Stafford
Now has come, an easy time. I let it roll. There is a lake somewhere so blue and far nobody owns it. A wind comes by and a willow listens...

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Mar 7, 20151 min read


"Are you looking for me?"... by Kabir
Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours. you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine...

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Mar 7, 20151 min read


"The Guest House" by Jelaluddin Rumi
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an...

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Mar 7, 20151 min read


"The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,...

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Mar 7, 20151 min read


"The Journey" by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice - though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. ‘Mend my life!’ each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and st

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Mar 7, 20151 min read
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