perfection lives nowhere
except in nightmares
of damaged self-esteem
from this proposition
precisely follows
the reason why
beauty lives everywhere
notably in dreams
of possibilities
perfection lives nowhere
except in nightmares
of damaged self-esteem
from this proposition
precisely follows
the reason why
beauty lives everywhere
notably in dreams
of possibilities
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
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All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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Brilliant. —–Chagall
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thanks, Chagall
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Beautifully written but obviously not perfect. 🙂 😉 Great poem.
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appreciate that very much, Paul
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This may be my new fave, Paul.
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hope I continue to meet your favor
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perfection
is the illusion
one
never
finds
~
excellence
is acceptance
of our best
from today
and
tomorrow
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well said
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Reblogged this on Eclectic Verbosity.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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That is so lovely 🙂
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thanks kindly, Ina
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Love photo and poem.
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appreciate that
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I word I use too often yet ‘a gem.’
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thanks, mike
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Oh WOW.
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thanks dearly
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