The air is getting colder now, the nights are getting crisp. I first tasted the universe on a night like this.
Josh Ritter
Presence, slowing down, and finding peace in a quiet moment. 16 poems live in this room.
Every poem gathered beneath this lyric.
No. 92
Ribbons
Ribbons unfurl and dance across your field of vision in the sunshine, their curls and shimmers
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No. 4
And you are magic
Imagine a crystal vase Filled with clear warm water Floating in a pale blue sky.
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No. 6
So slip away
It's okay to Slip out at night, Basketball in hand,
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No. 13
Remember the feeling
You look down At your wedding shoes, from so long ago, Those deep blue
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No. 34
That syncopated rhythm
Listen closely to The hole within yourself, So shapeless and so vast,
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No. 36
Cherish the click
Cherish the click. When you understand that the words that once harmed you
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No. 41
Stay with the painful thoughts
Imagine compassion built from the times you stayed with the painful thoughts.
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No. 46
The underground snake-ship,
The underground snake-ship, The blue hour bus ride, Just so you could sit alone
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No. 49
The domino cascade
How can you enhance the vision of their goodness As clearly as
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No. 53
Out of any other
How does it look through The glass of the window blown by memory?
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No. 65
Conceive the next magic trick
The energy you spent dismissing Something too random to be coincidental,
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No. 73
In the ghost light
You jumped the fence And ran. Sometimes the wind lifted you
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No. 75
Or did you stay on the floor?
She disappeared down the hallway, And you watched her close the door. You walked back into your apartment
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No. 83
As if you both knew
You can't grasp what you'd most wish. Tiny dust motes dancing and shimmering
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No. 89
Beyond the override
When the clouds wash off your face like soap foam, and you fall from a parallel extreme—
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No. 101
One summer night, you'll glimpse infinity.
One summer night, you'll glimpse infinity. Climb the hill, between the rolling White Mountains, and on the way
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