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“Compassion is our deepest nature. It arises from our interconnection with all things.”—
Jack Kornfield
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Dear human, it is already late. Where have you been? All the other flowers in the garden have already started blooming. But wait, hold on—do not despair. Do not be too quick to self-loathing, self-pity and self-hate. See this moment instead as an opportunity to see your most powerful blessing—the wisdom of knowing who you truly are at the root of all your patience and suffering. For it is in that moment when you truly know who you are can you then understand the courage it will take for you to bloom towards what you truly desire.
Juansen Dizon, Self-Awareness (via juansendizon)
who drowned
alone in the morning after no sleep
was it your love that sought
the better of him as he slipped
so fast beneath the water and more water
heaped on top
you never knew it went so deep or that it runs
as viaducts beneath the squares
of college greens and spires dancing
in the mistclearing from you
as you worship
at the foot of old masters whose hands,
teasing out the skin from stone,
in marble trace the veins and lines
of wrists and hands gripping thighs gripped
fabric so soft it breathes
so immutable it might well be that
ground which hidesa certain darkness
over which those fields
proliferate, where unseen careful planning
lies the lines out so and so
and raked it, fertile farrows blown to seed
and wet of summer, winking out wildflowers
at the edges - sweet William, wort
and forget-me-not or is it -poor Richard
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GARY BUNT, Bath Night
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