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@everydayrainbows
- fyodor dostoevsky, white nights
5 things we never say to people we love but we should:
1. it is an honor that we exist in the same space and time didn’t choose to separate us by eons.
2. the world is a better place with your soul in it.
3. laughing with you plucks anxiety out of my heart. you are a gift to my lungs.
4. your past is not a threat, it’s what brought you to me.
5. i pray about you, still.
i'm so sorry to wake you up but there is something that i have to tell you before the dawn arrives
my love, i need you to believe something
- the sadness that lays heavy on your chest like a century old cannonball isn't who you are
- the ghost that lives in your inner ear and lies to you about your beauty isn't who you are
- the swarm of regret wasps that have turned your heart into a dripping hive of guilt isn't who you are
- the burning itch under your sweet skin that begs for you to tear into so you'll finally feel something isn't who you are
- the thick knot in your stomach that has been there since your first memory isn't who you are
oh, my love,
you aren't any of the terrors that have tried to make a home inside of you
they are squatters who believe that just because they left their dirty socks under your bed that they have a say in who you are
they don't
can i finally tell you the truth of why you were created?
- well, i'm going to anyway -
the truth is you were created to be the moonlight on an unmoving lake
reflecting the mystery of our never ending universe in your eyes
i swear i can see a nebula just inside of your left pupil
you are the burning fire in the sky
you are moonlight on the water
and by simply being alive you are silently inviting the rest of us to sit by your shore so that we can bathe our scars in the shimmer of your sweet celestial smile
- you. are. moonlight. on. the. water.
that's why you were created - i promise
don't believe the interlopers
you are the delicate light of heaven’s eternal gaze
do you believe that yet?
i know you don't see it yet - but you will
you have let these devils live inside of you for too long
you've become used to them
- but it's time for them to go
the moonlight on the water doesn't need to be obscured
you shine best when the clouds are invited to leave
we need you to be at your brightest
i know it sound selfish but i need your light to keep me alive
for the both of us, it's time to let all of the interlopers go
every single one of them
- the cannonball - the ghost - the wasp - the burning itch - the thick knot
it's time for them to leave
open the door unzip the tent break the windows unlock the gate bulldoze the fence
i don't care how you do it but don't let them stay inside of you for one moment more
those things aren't who you are, remember?
you are the moonlight on the water
remember?
everything you want is waiting for you on the other side of what you are currently suffering through
you aren't what is happening to you
- you aren't the pain - you aren’t the anxiety - you aren’t the regret
you are the moonlight on the water
oh my love, the horizon is yawning here comes the new day
do you believe me, yet?
- john roedel
“ordinarily, i go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
i don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. i have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
besides, when i am alone i can become invisible. i can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. i can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
if you have ever gone to the woods with me, i must love you very much.”
- mary oliver, swan: poems and prose poems
“admit something:
everyone you see, you say to them, ‘love me.’
of course you do not say this out loud; otherwise someone would call the cops.
still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in the world is dying to hear?”
- hafiz, with that moon language
“his smile was peculiarly friendly and pleasing, and his whole person seemed to emit that radiance of good feeling and good fare which had forced the charm of the girl’s first impression of him. it surrounded him like a zone of fine june weather.”
-henry james, portrait of a lady
“this young lady had been seated alone with a book. to say that she was so occupied is to say that her solitude did not press upon her; for her love of knowledge had a fertilizing quality and her imagination was strong.”
-henry james, portrait of a lady
“i might as well be in a garden i said a smell in the air is a dripping rose (you could be the one for me)”
-chet baker, gold
“it’s perfectly simple. for me you’ll always be the most important woman in the world.”
-henry james, portrait of a lady
“she has a laugh like water coming over a waterfall, sparkling and frothing.”
-jane hamilton, the book of ruth
“i wonder if she took whiffs of the clothes, if she noticed that they smelled like they were dancing partners with grass and dew and sunshine.”
-jane hamilton, the book of ruth
“holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore Thee,
casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.”
-reginald heber, holy, holy, holy
“we were looking into ourselves and kindling our flames. we were tending our fires.”
-jane hamilton, the book of ruth
“while we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment.”
-hasidic proverb