Heat

How Poetry Comes to Me 

It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the Edge of the light

~ Gary Snyder

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Wild Violet

There is, indeed, a considerable therapeutic value in allowing oneself to be deeply aware of any sight or sound that may arise. For one thing, it brings to mind the marvel of seeing and hearing as such. For another, the profound willingness to listen to or gaze upon anything at all free the mind from fixed preconceptions of beauty, creating, as it were, a free space in which altogether new forms and relationships may emerge.

~ Alan Watts

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