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There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.

Every thought reorders the universe

William Stafford (via awakenaslove)

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When you get free from certain fixed concepts of the way the world is, you find it is far more subtle, and far more miraculous, than you thought it was.

Alan Watts (via lazyyogi)

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chuloon:

I am so grateful to have discovered this man’s work a year and a half ago.

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After Love

Afterward, the compromise.

Bodies resume their boundaries.

These legs, for instance, mine.

Your arms take you back in.

Spoons of our fingers, lips

admit their ownership.

The bedding yawns, a door

blows aimlessly ajar

and overhead, a plane

singsongs coming down.

Nothing is changed, except

there was a moment when

the wolf, the mongering wolf

who stands outside the self

lay lightly down, and slept.

Maxine Kumin (1925–2014) in Selected Poems, 1960-1990