Nearly Everyone Craves to Carve his Name

Carved Never

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Dance Me to the End of Love

Paris-Tango

“Dance Me To The End of Love”

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin,

Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in,

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove,

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone,

Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon,

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of,

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on,

Dance me very tenderly and and dance me very long,

We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above,

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born,

Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn,

Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn,

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic ’til I’m safely gathered in,

Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove

Dance me to the end of love 

Dance me to the end of love.

–Leonard Cohen

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I Now Have a Substantial Past

Overhanging Rock, Yosemite National Park (9)-001

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Believe You’re the Hero of the Play

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A Whisper Can be Stronger

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To Discover What is Beautiful

The Art of Happiness

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I Like To Take My Basket and Go to Market Early

basket

MARKETING

I like to take my basket

And go to market early–

Radishes are pinkest then,

Lettuces most curly.

Beets still pyramided

To a magenta crest;

Cauliflowers are snowballs;

Peas, their snappiest.

In the blue and silver

Of the rutabagas

Is material enough

For a dozen sagas.

An ode to summer

In each ripe tomato;

Laughter lurking in the eyes

Of every potato.

I like to market early—

It seems to me a stew

Is more savory if cabbages

And carrots taste of dew.

–Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets

For my wonderful mom (who likes to market early)

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