Be truthful, gentle, and fearless
Gandhi
Today, decide to be braver than ever before, truthful with your own sweet soul, gentle with your imperfections and launch yourself into this world, fearless
Tag: poetry
Redemption
I want people to redeem themselves moments, hours even years later My own injured pride longs to declare victory See, I was right about you there is heart there you have depth it was wise to love you
Unrelenting
Here are the stories you tell yourself when, sleepless, you walk the floors of this borrowed house: I am not enough and never will be I am too much and always was Weary, it is hard to know the truth of yourself the unrelenting beauty
Sky
but love is the sky and I am for you
e.e. cummings
I want nothing but this moment and this love so present that it is taste, touch, sound, the whole body alive, the sky lit by every radiant star, and more than that I hope that we are, I am paying rapt attention for this is the world ablaze in you
Try
Do or do not. There is no try.
Yoda
what will you do with your days, months or years? we do not know when we will not be here or there or anywhere. Is there someone there was no room to be? Now do more than try.
Better
I don’t know where it all begins…. and I don’t know where it all will end….we’re better off for all that we let in.
Emily Ann Saliers
We're just as we should be better apart than together off and on long enough for us both to know all that remains is that with kisses and tears we let that way of living go let this way of loving come in and finally redeem us
Deeds
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
e.e. cummings
Why listen? deeds alone matter. I cannot make you long for or dream of me, but what comes next, these dreams will deeds inspire and can birth all we are to do
Tired (explicit version)
I'm tired like you can all go fuck yourself tired I know that's not really what I mean you don't deserve that (well maybe a few do) but you get my point: I'm tired
Fear
I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent.
Yann Martel
I was anxious for so long, thinking I must please you, all of you say kind words and always take care A stranger in my own life, what good word did I offer my own tender self about the present or longed-for future? Fear, I knew too well, clinging to it, wrapping it around, but it is a fickle friend, I know now Life's less certain than I wish it Only looking back can I know true from false. But it is no opponent. I am welcome here.
Time
time is a tree (this life one leaf)
e.e. cummings
For a long time I thought each day is weight, duty, a stone, not budding tree and now this: my little green life among a multitude, one a single miraculous leaf
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