“ Singing at the Edge of Need by Susan Laughter Meyers (fragment)Three things I turned my back to: light,the past, the trunk of an old tree.One by one each unfastened itself.To sit is to present when the roll is called.I knew that. I wore my hat of

“ Singing at the Edge of Need by Susan Laughter Meyers (fragment)Three things I turned my back to: light,the past, the trunk of an old tree.One by one each unfastened itself.To sit is to present when the roll is called.I knew that. I wore my hat of

“May Light Always Surround You;Hope Kindle And Rebound You.may Your Hurts Turn To Healing;Your Heart Embrace Feeling.may Wounds Become Wisdom;Every Kindness A Prism.may Laughter Infect You;Your Passion Resurrect You.may Goodness Inspireyour Deepest

What We Plant In The Soil Of Contemplation, We Shall Reap In The Harvest Of Action.~Meister Eckhart

“She Is Not Someone You Understand. She Is Someone You Watch, Someone You Use, Someone You Mourn. She Is Made For Love But Love Is Not Made For Her. Everything About Her Runs Deeper Than In You; Her Madness Is Truer, Her Mind Brighter And Better Broken,

“There Are Many Things I Don’t Know, But Quite A Few I Do. I Know You Can’t Be Lost If You Know Where You Are. I Know That Life Is Full Of Precious And Fragile Things, And Not All Of Them Are Pretty. I Know That The Sun Follows The Moon And Makes

“I’ll Admit That My Garden Now Grows Hope In Lavish Profusion, Leaving Little Room For Anything Else. I Suppose It Has Squeezed Out More Practical Plants Like Caution And Common Sense. Still, Though, Hope Does Not Flourish In Every Garden, And I Feel

“You Know…My Flower…I’m Responsible For Her. And She’s So Weak! And So Naive. She Has Four Ridiculous Thorns To Defend Her Against The World…” ~ Antoine De Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“If You Are A Dreamer Come Inif You Are A Dreamer A Wisher A Liara Hoper A Pray-Er A Magic-Bean-Buyerif You’re A Pretender Come Sit By My Firefor We Have Some Flax Golden Tales To Spincome In!Come In!”~ Shel Silverstein

“If I Say Your Voice Is An Amber Waterfall In Which I Yearn To Burn Each Day, If You Eat My Mouth Like A Mystical Rose With Powers Of Healing And Damnation, If I Confess That Your Body Is The Only Civilization I Long To Experience… Would It Mean That

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