Artifacts of Being

The truth doesn’t taste better here

A Ceaselessly Flowing Quantum Soup

If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite. — William Blake

I Loaf and Invite My Soul

Worry Not There Are Galaxies You Haven’t Heard Of

The Work Your Soul Must Have

Ask me whether what I have done is my life. — William Stafford

The Wild and Infinite Mystery

Logic and sermons never convince, the damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. — Walt Whitman

thank You for letting me know what this is like

Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel. — Maya Angelou

The Teachings of Your Blood

The most common form of despair is not being who you are. — Søren Kierkegaard

Sunny People

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch. — Walt Whitman

Poems Are Fire for the Cold

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ― Novalis

Untranslatable

Words are the fog one has to see through. — Zen saying

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