“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” ― William Butler Yeats
This, then, the miracle,
He comes ?
Tis pierced, and shunned.
This then, the miracle,
We seek.
To recognize.
The one, we do.
This, then the miracle.
I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.
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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.