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In English, we say: “I miss you.” But in poetry, we say: “I trace the shape of your absence in the spaces where your laughter used to linger, and let the echoes of you fill the hollow hours.” In English, we say: “I don’t know how to let go.” But in poetry, we say: “I carry you in my chest like a stone— heavy, unyielding, and carved with the sharp edges of what once was.” In English, we say: “I feel lost.” But in poetry, we say: “The compass of my heart spins wildly now, its needle drawn to places it can no longer call home.” In English, we say: “I wish it were different.” But in poetry, we say: “I water the garden of could-have-beens with tears, waiting for flowers that refuse to bloom.” In English, we say: “I hope you’re happy.” But in poetry, we say: “May the sun that warms your days be as kind to you as the first kiss of dew on the dawning light upon the leaves of the laurel that we once made love under” In English, we say: “You hurt me.” But in poetry, we say: “You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted, and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.” In English, we say: “I wanted to stay.” But in poetry, we say: “I lingered at the edge of your world, a star burning quietly, unnoticed in your vast, indifferent sky.” In English, we say: “I’m trying to move on.” But in poetry, we say: “I untangle your name from my veins each morning, only to find it woven into my dreams again at night.” In English, we say: “I’ll be okay.” But in poetry, we say: “I gather the shattered pieces of myself like broken glass, knowing someday, even scars can catch the light.” With poetry I write paths through gardens of grace with words in ways my body dare not go as a whole. Written by : Larson Langston.

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You have woken up late,

lost and perplexed

but don't rush to your books

looking for knowledge.

Pick up a flute instead

and let your heart play.

Rumi

Art ≈ ‘Les Chants de l'Aurore’ by Sidney Long

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"I see you. The ones who can't sleep at night because our soul doesn't know peace. The ones who look for the beauty in darkness because it's all we have. The ones who love the wolves, instead of fearing them. The ones who play the same sad songs over and over, to feel every ounce of our emotions. The ones who wake up each day and place a smile on our face for the sake of others, so no one worries about you.

I see you, the ones who struggle to wake up and fight each day. The ones who have more bad days than good under their belt. I see you still getting up and trying, even if every ounce of you internally wants to quit.

I see you, fantasizing over the fairy tale, even if life has given you the exact opposite. I see you never losing hope. The hopeless romantics, the empaths, the fighters.

I see you, and you are beautiful because you never give up. You're beautiful because you allow yourself to feel the highs and the lows, and accept that life comes with both.

I see you, but it's time for you to see yourself, the way the rest of us see you. You are more than enough, and your depths do not make you hard to love. They make you even more worthy of love. And it all starts with the love you give yourself.

I see you, the world hasn't been kind to you… but I will.

I see you, because in you, I see me. And I want you to know that you are not alone."

-B. Vigil

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The Moon

By Juan Brufal

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“Anger is like flowing water; there's nothing wrong with it as long as you let it flow. Hate is like stagnant water; anger that you denied yourself the freedom to feel, the freedom to flow; water that you gathered in one place and left to forget. Stagnant water becomes dirty, stinky, disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that is your hate. On flowing water travels little paper boats; paper boats of forgiveness. Allow yourself to feel anger, allow your waters to flow, along with all the paper boats of forgiveness. Be human.” - C. JoyBell C.

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"'Why did you do all this for me?' Wilbur asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' "You have been my friend, replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die... By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle.

Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.'"

~From Charlotte's Web by Elwyn Brooks, "E.B." White

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“We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”

― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Kaoru Yamada

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“The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.”

- Alan Bennett - The History Boys, 2003.

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Be the person who breaks the cycle. If you were judged, choose understanding. If you were rejected, choose acceptance. If you were shamed, choose compassion. Be the person you needed when you were hurting, not the person who hurt you. Vow to be better than what broke you—to heal instead of becoming bitter so you can act from your heart, not your pain. – Lori Deschene

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I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions - not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation of something I do not know.

— C.G. Jung.

How very honest was Dr. Jung. - a pure soul overwhelmed by the collective.

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“If you must look back, do so forgivingly. If you must look forward, do so lovingly.

However the wisest thing you can do is be in the present, gratefully.”

~Maya Angelou