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ON QUITTING THINGS

I don’t mind not smoking

but I let myself write to you on Tuesdays

and I let myself think of you

during odd-numbered hours, only.

Breathing now I imagine blowing up a balloon

     holding less of these things in my chest

     letting them float instead

When I would close the bowling alley

I felt sad for the balloons

leftover from all the birthday parties.

I believed I could rescue them, and you agreed that

     we should let them be

     balloons for one more night

bumping against each other in our kitchen.

I notice my head points west as I lay in my bed

I imagine telling the magnets in my body to rest.

I feel happy and sad to notice that small compass

     getting smaller

     and the world getting bigger

and the urgency getting calmer

and at the same time, Remember --

The sound of Ana’s garden

just outside our window,

with you asleep and me awake.

The way the night would cover up the heat

The traffic the bees the chickadees

     the sound of figs falling

     too ripe for us to eat

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It will bring you a great relief to realize that you are a talented alchemist. Simply pointing your loving consciousness at an unwanted life pattern or uncomfortable stuck emotion will begin the transmutation process. You just need to look at it with love, nothing more. Over time and with repeated observation, the distortion will dissolve.

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"Empathy and love" by Tuco Amalfi.

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THE FORMS OF LOVE

Parked in the fields All night So many years ago, We saw A lake beside us When the moon rose. I remember Leaving that ancient car Together. I remember Standing in the white grass Beside it. We groped Our way together Downhill in the bright Incredible light Beginning to wonder Whether it could be lake Or fog We saw, our heads Ringing under the stars we walked To where it would have wet our feet Had it been water

GEORGE OPPEN - 1908-1984

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Adam Licsko - Backroads, 2019

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THE LAWS OF NATURE ARE MORE LIKE HABITS

This theory is concerned with self-organizing natural systems, and how they relate to the cause of form. According to Sheldrake, the cause of all forms are form-shaping fields. 

He calls them morphic fields, named after the Greek word morphe, for which English has no exact equivalent. Unlike “form” in English, morphe does not mean shape. It means the outward expression of an inner essence.

“The original feature of what I’m saying is that the forms of societies, ideas, crystals and molecules depend on the way that previous ones of that kind have been organized. There’s a kind of BUILT-IN MEMORY in the morphic fields of each kind of thing. So the regularities of nature I think of as more like habits, than as things governed by eternal mathematical laws that somehow exist outside nature.”

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Spider Webs and Blossoms - Ethel Vrana

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HOROLOGIUM ERRĀBUNDUS

and the years are shrinking slowly

and the moon, despun

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A BLESSING

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness That we have come. They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more, They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, For she has walked over to me And nuzzled my left hand. She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead, And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist. Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom. -JAMES WRIGHT

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