What's for breakfast?

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

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Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

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I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.

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For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.

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You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world
doesn't need any more of that sound.

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Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

Or who.
Mary Oliver.
Have a wild and precious day!

Harvest the Treasure

We live in a world of theophanies. Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary. There are burning bushes all around you. Every tree is full of angels. Hidden beauty is waiting in every crumb. Life wants to lead you from crumbs to angels, but this can happen only if you are willing to unwrap the ordinary by staying with it long enough to harvest its treasure.

~ Macrina Wiederkehr

Growing Quietly

I do only want to advise you to keep growing quietly and seriously throughout your whole development; you cannot disturb it more rudely than by looking outward and expecting from outside replies to questions that only your inmost feeling in your most hushed hour can perhaps answer.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke