When I Was The Forest · by Meister Eckhard

When I was the stream, when I was the
forest, when I was still the field,
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing, when I
was the sky
itself,

no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever
wondered was there anything I might need,
for there was nothing
I could not
love.

It was when I left all we once were that
the agony began, the fear and questions came,
and I wept, I wept. And tears
I had never known
before.

So I returned to the river, I returned to
the mountains. I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged—I begged to wed every object
and creature,

and when they accepted,
Love was ever present in my arms.
And Love did not say,
“Where have you
been?”

For then I knew my soul—every soul—
has always held
Love.

Translation by Daniel Ladinsky
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STARS n LOVE · by Lady and Lord Dosis

You wander through us
Like fire in our blood.
We are your origin story,
We are your light.
Reach your fingertips, caress our glow.
Golden amber,
Shadow, eclipse, lips and limbs,
Echoing across the sky

Songs of times unwritten, songs of times unravelled
What riddle shall we shine for you?
What giggle shall we juice in you?

We are eternal,
So is love.
Love and stars,we are best friends.
We get along splendidly,
Love just came over for tea!
And we like to add cosmic sugar and moon cream.

You wander through us, love wanders through you,
Aren’t we lucky?

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Native Moments · by Walt Whitman

NATIVE moments! when you come upon me—Ah you
are here now!
Give me now libidinous joys only!
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life
coarse and rank!
To-day, I go consort with nature's darlings—to-night too;
I am for those who believe in loose delights—I share
the midnight orgies of young men;
I dance with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers;
The echoes ring with our indecent calls;
I take for my love some prostitute—I pick out some
low person for my dearest friend,
He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one
condemn'd by others for deeds done;
I will play a part no longer—Why should I exile my-
self from my companions?
O you shunn'd persons! I at least do not shun you,
I come forthwith in your midst—I will be your poet,
I will be more to you than to any of the rest.

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Cabin

Let's Voyage into the New American House · by Richard Brautigan

There are doors
that want to be free
from their hinges to
fly with perfect clouds.

There are windows
that want to be
released from their
frames to run with
the deer through
back country meadows.

There are walls
that want to prowl
with the mountains
through the early
morning dusk.

There are floors
that want to digest
their furniture into
flowers and trees.

There are roofs
that want to travel
gracefully with
the stars through
circles of darkness.

 

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Mirabai

Don't Forget Love · by Mirabai

Don’t forget Love.
It will bring all the madness
You need to unfurl yourself
Across the universe.

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