If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

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In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

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You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

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Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.

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Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

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Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.

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Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

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The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

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silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.

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