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♥ My Bible / My Guardian Angel / Desiderata 
 
Humanity Healing 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her body does verbs among me
there are the wet thumbs of Gods long dead flung down 


~ from Transmigration by Danny Beatty

 

 

 

 

 

Those groans men use
passing a woman on the street
or on the steps of the subway

to tell her she is a female
and their flesh knows it,

are they a sort of tune,
an ugly enough song, sung
by a bird with a slit tongue

but meant for music?

 

 

~ from The Mutes by Denise Levertov. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

~ Anaïs Nin.
 
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 You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
~ Pablo Neruda. 
 
 
 
  
 
One day  Oo, Merry Christmas!