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It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

Quote words that affirm all men and women are your brothers and sisters.

Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.

Do you know where your breakthrough begins? Your breakthrough begins where your excuses ends.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.

It’s the poet we love in Caeiro, not the philosopher. What we really get from these poems is a childlike sense of life, with all the direct materiality of the child’s mind, and all the vital spirituality of hope and increase that exist in the body and soul of nescient childhood. Caeiro’s work is a dawn that wakes us up and quickens us; a more that material, more than anti-spiritual dawn. It’s an abstract effect, pure vacuum, nothingness.

The poet…is the man of metaphor: while the philosopher is interested only in the truth of meaning, beyond even signs and names, and the sophist manipulates empty signs…the poet plays on the multiplicity of signifieds.

Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

THE PRESOCRATIC PROBLEM [all snap flags] Parmenides named his gun The Hot Power of the Stars. His gun was one, uncreated, imperishable, timeless, changeless, perfect, spherical. Spherical was the problem.

Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.

History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.” --from Past Present and Future are One

True beauty is measured by the number of pearls within you, not those around your neck.

Lifes like a painters palette, just when you've got everything worked out the colours change

I bargained with Life for a penny, And Life would pay no more, However I begged at evening When I counted my scanty store; For Life is just an employer, He gives you what you ask, But once you have set the wages, Why, you must bear the task. I worked for a menial's hire, Only to learn, dismayed, That any wage I had asked of Life, Life would have paid.

I believe in spectacles, but I think eyes necessary too.

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

Nature, it seems, is the popular name for milliards and milliards and milliards of particles playing their infinite game of billiards and billiards and billiards.

What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?

UNDIVIDED I am for One world undivided. One world without fear and corruption. One world ruled by Truth and Justice. I am for One peaceful world for all, Where hate has been overcome by love, And everyone is guided only By their conscience.