May all that is unforgiven in you,
Be released.
May your fears yield
Their deepest tranquilities.
May all that is unlived in you,
Blossom into a future,
Graced with love.
--John O'Donohue
"Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." --Naomi Shihab Nye
When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three, I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much mor...
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