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 the night wind makes the pine trees creak And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky, Go out my child, go out and seek Your soul: ...
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