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The fluffy roundness of being,
waits for us,
even when we think we are beyond 
hope.
Tenderness
waits for us 
to find a place to nest,
so that the smallest thing
can break our hearts open.
 
Like today when
fluff from some kind of tree
glided down to earth,
the gentlest snow— falling blessings from the angels.
 

I was once in a salty hot spring in the middle of the jungle
crying for a lost love--
strange because the love had just begun.
But in that bubbly salty river my heart knew the future.
 
You may be crushed by the weight of things in your life,
weights of a tormented past,
weights of a frozen future
that eat you whole, 
so you forget that 
now’s another time and place.
 
The soul’s memory is long and detailed and sensitive,
and it knows that the cure for the pain
is the pain.
When the light shines through the cracks of our desires,
the only thing left is love.

—Maura Singer

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