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A mystic is anyone who has the gnawing suspicion that the apparent discord, brokenness, contradictions, and discontinuities that assault us every day might conceal a hidden unity.

lawrence kushner

In my younger days, I would have taken this gin bottle and thrown it against the wall. Then smash the window open and cut myself with the shards. But, now I’m just going to take a few steps back and go to bed. This is the science of getting older.

mary montezuma

They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead, the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?

kate braverman, the incantation of Frida K

That which seems like a false step is the next step.

agnes martin

When was the last time you had Mexican food?

wanderer

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save, they just stand there shining.

anne lamott

When the time came a few years ago to find an Inukitut term for the word ‘Internet’, Nunavut’s former Official Languages Commissioner, Eva Asriak, chose ikiaqqivik, or ‘travelling through layers’ (Minogue,2005,n.p.). The word comes from the concept describing what a shaman does when asked to find out about living or deceased relatives or where animals have disappeared to: travel across time and space to find answers.

cjc

You won’t allow me to go to school. I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this: One day you will be sick.

afghan women risk death to write poetry

The only moment that you can live here comfortably in these irreconcilable conflicts is in this moment when you embrace it all and you say “Look, I don’t understand a fucking thing at all – Hallelujah!”

leonard cohen