as a child, i began hearing this little ditty flowing through…

my life is the poem i would have writ

but i could not both write and live it

were i to have a tombstone, these are words i’d love carved into the stone… the words are so perfect for today, for this deep passage into surrender, surrendering to the moment, surrendering to love, to beauty…

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in the poem below, some ideas about how to be living poetry, how to be fire of creativity…

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This is what you should do:
Love the earth and sun and animals,
despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
stand up for the stupid and crazy,
devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants,
argue not concerning God,
have patience and indulgence toward the people…
reexamine all you have been told in school or church or in any book,
dismiss what insults your very soul,
and your flesh shall become a great poem.

~ Walt Whitman ~

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