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A billion stars go spinning through the night, / glittering above your head, / But in you is the presence that will be / when all the stars are dead.

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I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.
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I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false.
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And your doubt can become a good quality if you train it. It must become knowing, it must become criticism. Ask it, whenever it wants to spoil something for you, why something is ugly, demand proofs from it, test it, and you will find it perhaps bewildered and embarrassed, perhaps also protesting. But don't give in, insist on arguments, and act in this way, attentive and persistent, every single time, and the day will come when, instead of being a destroyer, it will become one of your best workers-perhaps the most intelligent of all the ones that are building your life.
Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final
And I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.
When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.