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She imagines that she is a seed, driven by the wind, that withstands cold and heat, the worst possible conditions, until one day it falls, like the Bible says, on fertile soil. She knows one day she will flower. This is inevitable. Winter always ends, and springtide blossoms in its place.
And so I just grieve, groaning,
'Let me not go
To the Place of the Shorn:
My heart is now precious ...
For I, I am a poet
And my flower is golden.
Don't accuse others of eating when juice smears your face-fur.
Maybe I'm deceiving myself. Perhaps I don't know him as well as I'd like to imagine. What does a person so willing to utterly remake himself hold inside his heart? Can I trust such a man? What motivates him?
In an instant she knew, and she felt a bit of relief.
Love. Love was what drove him.
I want to be part of your story. I want your story to rearrange the symbols in my mind. I want your voice to be my voice.
It's only here on earth, my friends,
We're lent to each other, for at the end
We leave the beautiful songs behind ...
We leave the beautiful blooms behind.
Quick as birds to catch the bugs.
We are all walking the same path, though it ain't some road scored in earth or sky or sea. It's the path of easing suffering, both ours and that of others, and we walk it till ever creature stands free of pain and lies, in unity with truth and peace, at last enlightened and made whole.
It was not enough that food aplenty was within Man's grasp: he wanted more.
It was not enough that prey surrendered themselves to Man according to the natural order: Man wanted to cook his prey.
Man had discovered fire when lightning stuck and set a tree or two alight, but he was clumsy and greedy and stupid and could not keep the flame alive
This fifth and final sun will die,
Like every sun before
But for a moment we laughed in its light,
Like wind-blown petals
Sparkling near an exile's campfire
Before the flames take them.
In the place of the bells, where battle is waged,
The reeds all lie broken in Chalco today.
Dust yellows the air, our houses are smoking,
The sobbing is rising - from the lips of your Chalcans!
The knowledge annihilated his soul by relentless, insidious stages. Reality had turned on him. He could get no purchase on the universe. It moved onward, pitiless, caring not a whit.
When wounds are healed by love,
The scars are beautiful.
Look upon our beloved Mexico―the ancient singers gave her such lovely names:
Navel of the Moon
Foundation of Heaven
Sea-Ringed World.
