there are moments in moist love when heaven is jealous of what we on earth can do. —Hafiz

 

Andromeda Galaxy, Bersonic

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Little soul, 
you have wandered
lost a long time.
The woods all dark now,
birded and eyed.
Then a light, a cabin, a fire,
a door standing open.
The fairy tales warn you:
Do not go in,
you who would eat will be eaten.
You go in. You quicken.
You want to have feet.
You want to have eyes.
You want to have fears.


—Jane Hirshfield
Amor Fati
Poetry, 2017

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