We will all find our way, no matter fire leaping through holes in jump time,
No matter earthquake, or the breaking of love spilling over the dreck of matter
In the ether, stacking one burden
Against the other — 

We have a heartache.

Joy Harjo, Part of Everybody Has A Heartache: The Blues (via peelsofpoetry)
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The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via peelsofpoetry)
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Art
by Helman Melville

In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt — a wind to freeze;
Sad patience — joyous energies;
Humility — yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity — reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob’s mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel — Art.

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However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.
Muriel Rukeyser (via peelsofpoetry)
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Faith is the art of holding on to things in spite of your changing moods and circumstances.
C.S. Lewis (via peelsofpoetry)
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There’s no diamonds here,
or if there are, they’re under this skin of snow.
Seems the whole world’s gone white. I roll my dice
in basements below the English pavements.
I guess I’m learning what I need to know.
I learn by going where I have to go.
Hannah Lowe, excerpt from ‘What I Know’ (via peelsofpoetry)
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Calm endurance answers some questions infinitely more conclusively than the loftiest eloquence.
Charles Spurgeon (via peelsofpoetry)
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Arrival
Heidy Steidlmayer


Midwinter, the crows take
their darkness out on day.
A thin rain falls and breaks.
I wonder at the way

the oaks unravel here
(and travel word of mouth)
another year.
Not going, I go south.

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