By Raymond Carver, an American poet who wrote this as his last entry in his diary:
“and did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?”
“I did.”
“and what did you want?”
“to call myself beloved and to feel myself beloved on this Earth.”
Out Of a great need We are all holding hands And climbing. Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.
The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to pu
Don’t meditate to fix yourself, to heal yourself, to improve yourself, to redeem yourself, rather do it as an act of love of deep warm friendship to yourself, in this way there is no longer any need f
