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Love is not selective, just as the light of the sun is not selective. It does not make one person special. It is not exclusive. Exclusivity is not the love of God but the “love” of ego. However, the intensity with which true love is felt can vary. There may be one person who reflects your love back to you more clearly and more intensely than others, and if that person feels the same toward you, it can be said that you are in a love relationship with him or her. The bond that connects you with that person is the same bond that connects you with the person sitting next to you on a bus, or with a bird, a tree, a flower. Only the degree of intensity with which it is felt differs.

Eckhart Tolle

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What distinguishes grace from everything else? Grace is unearned. If you’ve moved through the world in such a way as to feel you’ve earned cosmic compensation, then what you’ve earned is something more like justice, like propriety. Not grace. Propriety is correct. Justice is just. There’s an inescapable transactional quality: perform x good, receive y reward. Grace doesn’t work that way. It begins with the reward. Goodness never enters the equation.

— Kaveh Akbar, from Martyr!

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I admire you in my room, smooth and dark, curiously plucked from the Carolina banks. Found shining along rocks and severed shells, in waves painted by the ghosts of tides. I thought, how long must one be ground by muck to have arrived in my palm without edge?

Please, tiny lovely thing, forgive the shapes imprinted in these calloused hands. Even the softest skin grows tired of drawing blood, and there are many sharp pieces I held far too tight in fear of losing something precious.

Let this be different. I will rinse your ridges and bring you home. Show you my world with open palms. My sweet, weathered treasure. I promise to be gentle if you promise to be mine.

-@SheIsPoetrying // treasure

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“The strongest people have a past filled with chaos, heart break and disappointment.”

— r.h. Sin

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“unbury my heart, would you unearth its remains and give it affection give it a reason to stay above ground a taste of what it means to be loved and make it worth its resurrection give me a reason to forget what’s past and to place into your palms what has been made into stone be tender with your touch and make it soft with your warmth draw its blood into existence turn stone to beating heart with a kiss unbury my heart and love it so it can love in return.”

— would you teach me what it means to be loved | wt.