strong books and stronger coffee
a fine dog and a finer wife
a house that is old but comfortable
and so my old age passes
one day at a time
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The street is lit with the beam of years, the swallow and crush of living, and the kindest thoughts of solace. We are the cherubs in an ancient painting, we are the stone gargoyles that protect the stone grayness of the buildings. Moonlight to dress the city for bed. Moonlight to court and seduce those who need to be courted, those who lack seduction. The old clock in the tower strikes midnight and the gates to the next world open; dreams pour into this world and our lives pour into the next one. Are you coming, my friend? This is the hour for which you have waited so very long.
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I have been pretending to belong in this world for 66 years
and I have always known better
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From falsehood, may I find truth. From despair, may I find hope. From hate, may I find love. From death, may I find life. From the darkness, may I find the light. For these things I pray.
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my mother pretended that our family was normal
between her and my father were eight marriages
I have some stepsiblings that I have never even met
that's normal
she beat us a belt a ladle or her hands
whatever was fastest
he abandoned us again and again
once in a bus station
and that's normal
my mother was born a presbyterian became a catholic
and had a baptist funeral
I was born a catholic and became in order an athiest
a unitarian universalist and a buddhist
I never heard my father or my sister say
one word about their beliefs not ever
that's normal right
my sister left home at 15 settled 100 miles away
I left at 17 settled 1500 miles away
normal
both parents are gone and while I love them
I don't miss either one
I miss my sister but we are so different
that it's hard to be around her
look at us the perfect american family
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Grief. One moment it seems like it might let me pass, like perhaps it forgot about me, then it remembers me and lays me down again.
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You are a pitcher of cool water; the more thirsts you quench, the more you need to be refilled yourself. Is it night? Then be filled with moonlight, starlight, darkness. Is it day? Then raise your arms to the sunlight, the warmth. Praise that which is greater, both within and without.
james lee jobe
I am everything you lost. You won't forgive me.
My memory keeps getting in the way of your history.
Aga Shahid Ali
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A goalless practice is about being right here in each moment without any conceptual objective in mind. It means putting the brakes on constantly doing, and starting to just be in the world as you are.
Anthony Tshering
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A sleepless spring night; yearning for what I never had, and for what I never was.
Richard Wright
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