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There is no coming to consciousness without pain.
There is no coming to consciousness without pain.
To banish cares, scare away sorrow and soothe pain is the business of the poet and singer.
To banish cares, scare away sorrow and soothe pain is the business of the poet and singer.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
Right human relations is the only true peace.
Right human relations is the only true peace.
When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the read more
When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the doing of it, not one ones' relation to the act or its character or value... One should simply practice concentration of the mind on the act itself, understanding it to be an expedient means for attaining tranquility of mind, realization, insight, and wisdom.
Don't cry because it's over, Smile because it happened.
Don't cry because it's over, Smile because it happened.
What a man is ashamed of is always at bottom himself; and he is ashamed of himself at bottom always read more
What a man is ashamed of is always at bottom himself; and he is ashamed of himself at bottom always for being afraid.
What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
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What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis;
Horses fluent in the wind,
A place, a time gone out of mind.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
