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Split my Heart

How I wish I could split my heart

with a knife

put you inside

then close up my chest

so that you would be in my heart

and not in another’s

until the resurrection

and the day of judgement.

There you would stay while I lived

and after my death

you would remain buried deep in my heart

in the darkness of the tomb.

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Remember me by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
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THE LAW OF GENDER

(taken from the book: The Light Shall Set You Free – Dr. Norma Milanovich & Dr. Shirley McCune)

Gender is in everything

Everything has its masculine and feminine principles

Gender manifests in all planes.

– The Kybalion

God is thought (Chi/Prana) that exists everywhere, has intelligence and has the power to create and this is shown in the Law of Gender. The Law of Gender is the creative force that runs from the inner into the outer world. It is the force of the Gods and the power of the giants.

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The Law of Rhythm

(taken from the book: The Light Shall Set You Free – Dr. Norma Milanovich & Dr. Shirley McCune)

Everything flows out and in

Everything has its tides

All things live and fall

The measure of the swing to the right

Is the measure of the swing to the left

Rhythm compensates

The Kybalion

All is energy. This precious live force is given to each of us to manage and use wisely for manifesting God’s plan here on Earth. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed. It must be transmuted. Everything vibrates at or responds to a certain rhythm. The Law of Rhythm teach us how to transmute energy and how to manage the extreme rhythms of life.

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The Good-Morrow by John Donne

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I

Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
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Coal Town by Ryan Stone

Birds don’t stop in this town.
I see them fly past, black peppering
blue, going someplace. I’ve given up
dreaming wings. This town
will know my bones. Condoms
sell well in Joe’s corner store—boredom breeds
but breeding’s a trap, a twitch in the smile
of those steel-eyed shrews
who linger late after church.
I walked half a day, out past the salt flats,
after they closed the movie house down. Smoked
the joint she’d brought back from college
when she returned to bury my dad.
I remember how pale her fingers lay
across my father’s hands—
coal miner’s hands, tarred like his lungs;
like this town.

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Pueblo Prayer

Hold on to what is good, even if it’s a handful of Earth.
Hold on to what you believe, even if it’s a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do, even if it’s a long way from here.
Hold on to your life, even if it’s easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand, even if someday I’ll be gone away from you.
—PUEBLO PRAYER

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Think of me Sometimes

(Native American Wisdom)

When I am dead, cry for me a little.

Think of me sometimes, but not too much.

It is not good for you or your wife or your husband or your children

To allow your thoughts to dwell too long on the dead.

Think of me now and again as I was in life,

At some moment which is pleasant to recall,

But not for long.

Leave me in peace as I shall leave you, too, in peace.

While you live, let your thoughts be with the living. —

ISHI, YAHI