Love
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Allow me the want which may come your way
It shows that words are less than what they intend to carry It shows that love is a four letter word, while the greatest encyclopedia, and the simplest poem can not convey its meaning word by word It shows that being here, and wanting towards you, needs neither Platonic, nor Venusian goals.
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Do not fall in love
Stand Fly Dive Rest Shake Appease but do not fall
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In Conversation
If love is an inherent draw towards All (as I am convinced it is), and a need of joy in belonging, far beyond physicalities may be conceived; if love is merely our inner compass for balance, while guiding us towards All, then it may be said that our duty within self, and towards All is…
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On this very moment, as I write this, just a minute ago…
or less, I broke out in laughter, remembering… It was the early eighties when I was in my room, listening attentively to Philip Glass. My father called to me gently: “Your record is skipping!”
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There is Beauty in a Kiss
There might be a higher sense of beauty when the kiss consists of simply looking onto a face, sensing a sumptuous embrace of lips which have not touched.
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Reduction, expansion, fragility, and protection
This thing we call life is just a live-performance. It is not one reality, for we go through only one version of it — the individual one. An instruction booklet to life can not be printed, not ahead of birth, not during the performance, not while getting off the stage. The first couple of years…
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Thinking is a Prayer
A friend asked me, “Pray for me, so I may be filled with strength in my life”. I answered, thinking of you is a prayer.
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She: “I never meant to hurt you”
He: “I never meant to love you”
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The Heart of a Struggle
Every struggle— Inwardly or outwardlyIs not on a winBut on love
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Sweetbread and Coffee
Breakfast seems to be intrinsic animal behavior but colored by culture and class. Some are light, some hearty, some cold, some hot, some simple, others require labor. Today I treated myself to the joy of working for mine.
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Love is merely an intangible magnet, drawing individually and collectively all that breathes towards the whole, towards everything that is, towards the universe as sole identity.
If love in life, and life in love one day finds us face to face, all of me is already smiling.
Sila Blume 