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A passion ought not to be rushed. It mustn’t be thrown about and abused, like a child’s toy. Yet, neither should it be stowed away in the forgotten dusty closets of our hearts. It mustn’t be destroyed or hated or held too tightly, for all that is given is returned at last. Do not forget…
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I stood in the middle of a great salt basin, staring into the distances around me; nothing revealed itself to me but the wide horizon ahead. I could not tell how far it was, not that it would matter; for it would surely be followed by another horizon, equally as elusive. But I determined to…
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So far, the willow blows; So far, the sands of time are swept away. So long to the river flow; Goodbye to the break of day. To the pages left unturned, To the lost pitter-patter of little feet, To the names never learned, To the faces we will never meet. Keep the fires warm And…
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The waters of the land flow quickly, forcing way through hill and valley, finding the low places to make their dwelling; the rains, however, bring great harvests, those which first look to heaven, going up as a still vapor to be drawn into the hand of God. How is it that the rivers flow into…
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Three eyes that are unblinking, Two minds, yet one that’s thinking, One foot that is unwalking, Three mouths, yet two are talking. Two hands that bear a crown Of one whose head which hears no sound, Hoping to receive a throne, Though they may receive their own. Many lives of separate paths, All with seeds…
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So, here is the beginning of the thing. There are many things which have had beginnings, some great and some small; but all have had beginnings. It is difficult to know which way a beginning will lead, but it always—as its nature demands—must begin. For some few years, I have written for my own heart, accompanied…
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