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For the birds who own nothing—the reason they can fly.
Love
“Wasn’t your friendship always as beautiful as a flame?”
Do stones feel? Do they love their life? Or does their patience drown out everything
Are the clouds glad to unburden their bundles of rain?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
it sounds like a body falling apart.
