[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

By E. E. Cummings


i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                            i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you


here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

"You want to finish what we started last night?"

"You mean sober?"

"And in the daylight."

What great lines from a great movie that made me cry.

I will only date people who tell me that I can do anything I set my mind to.  And when I say, "I can't fly," they respond with, "Not yet...but someday."

And now is the time for the lovers to say good night
Drunk off the wine in each others' eyes.

Falling in love is not exactly a chronological sequence of events. It's like, upon seeing, and I mean really seeing someone for the first time, you realize that this is the same person that you have lain awake missing since the first night your soul can remember. Like your soul remembers resting next to this soul at nights for eternity past.

She realized she was still in love with him. Or can realize even be the proper word to describe something she'd discovered and rediscovered this many times?

To her, he was perfect. More perfect than any perfection she could imagine. Like in the movies where an impossibly beautiful chalk drawing turned into reality and the imperfections, or rather details in surprising places, textures, made the perfection even more extraordinary. Because he was real.  Really real. Flesh and blood and dirt and bark.

GIVE ALL TO LOVE
by Ralph Waldo Emerson


Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse,-
Nothing refuse.


'Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a god,
Knows its own path,
And the outlets of the sky.
It was not for the mean;
It requireth courage stout,
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending;
It will reward,-
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.
Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,-
Keep thee today,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture's hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Tho' her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive,
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

I'm a little drunk. And very happy. And Dot is carrying around one of my dirty socks.

Those three things put together equal the giggles for me.

Upon Seeing a Scene from a Recurrent Childhood Nightmare in a Painting by Dali

The nightmare was of me sitting alone in my bed in my room looking through a door through which no one was, no one ever had been, and no one ever would be. This absolute aloneness was the most terrifying terror I have ever had.

But, having seen this picture, this snapshot of my dream, I realize that someone has walked this path before. We are, apparently, not as alone as we think we are. In dreams, space and time are bent so that our fingertips may reach out and touch those fingertips of our fellow souls who wander in the same dreamspace that we do.

I have been thinking
and you and I are not so different
from fireflies as we thought.
You drew me to you with a brilliant light
from deep within.

The light that even now
illuminates the dark corners of my soul
and reveals what lies there.
And it is not so formidable, not so ugly
as I had feared.