ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤. 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒
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ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤. 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒
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Love is not an effort when it's real. It feels natural, soft, and unforced. Seek lightness, not struggle.
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Jane Hirshfield, from a poem titled "Works and Loves," featured in The Asking: New and Selected Poems
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Sidereal Colloquy,"