Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
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Wallace Stevens
To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are Into the smallest thing you do. So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor Because it blooms up above.
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Fernando Pessoa
The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it.
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Jane Kenyon
Truth is a friendthat asks for loyaltyand acceptancethen it enters our heartsdissolving the boundariesfreeing us from lonliness
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Nirmala
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
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Kahlil Gibran
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