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I like for you to be still ......

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you. It seems as though your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soul you emerge from the things, filled with my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still and you seem far away. It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterly cooing like a dove. And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you: Let me come down to be still in your silence. And let me talk to you with your silence that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. One word then, one smile, is enough. And I...
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It is strange to be here

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It is strange to be here. The mystery never leaves you alone. Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits. A world lives within you. No one else can bring you news of this inner world. Through the opening of the mouth, we bring out sounds from the mountain beneath the soul. These sounds are words. The world is full of words. There are so many talking all the time, loudly, in rooms, on streets, on television, on radio, in the paper, in books. The noise of words keeps what we call the world there for us. We take each other's sounds and make patterns, predictions, benedictions, and blasphemies. Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call the world together. Yet the uttering of the word reveals how each of us relentlessly creates. Everyone is an artist. Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes the invisible to become visible.~John O'Donohue Artist~Vladimir Kush 1965 Moonlight Serenade
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When everything is moving

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When everything is moving and shifting, the only way to counteract chaos is stillness. When things feel extraordinary, strive for ordinary. When the surface is wavy, dive deeper for quieter waters.~ ~Kristin Armstrong
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Silence is golden

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        Silence is golden © Hanna Heath It is not your conversation That keeps me entertained        But rather the way you look at me That makes me feel sustained It’s the curve of your lips And the curl of your hair T’is all of the little things That make me stop and stare It is not your intelligence That drew me close to you   It is not your sense of humour That has thrown me all askew It’s the touch of your hand And the thoughts in your head       T's all of the little things The things that don’t get said It’s not your vivid history That’s made me fall in love It’s not your comprehension Of the world or what’s above It is your soft temperament And the way you smile at me T’is all of the little things That make me want to see It’s no...
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I do not love you

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I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ~ Pablo Neruda [Art: Joseph Lorusso]    The Cosmic Dancer
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John Denver - Annie's Song (Audio)

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Loneliness epidemic

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Loneliness Epidemic Someone recently said to me, “there is an epidemic of loneliness.” There it is! Now I know why my heart flutters when dusk approaches and my soul shivers at dawn. I forgot to get Vaccinated - Mike Essig
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