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Moo Jul 9
As exasperating as it sounds,
I know of love that merely hounds.
It breaches you, unshorn,
It tails you, worn.
It sits within the fists,
It masters all your glee,
It longs to drag you to your knee.
  Jun 29 Moo
Nat Lipstadt
Do not stand
          By my grave, and weep.
     I am not there,
          I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
     Do not stand
          By my grave, and cry—
     I am not there,
          I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_Not_Stand_at_My_Grave_and_Weep
  Jun 29 Moo
Dr Peter Lim
Life in one word:
wishing
  Jun 28 Moo
Zahra
I stretched far enough
to hug the moon—
and it didn’t flinch.
It stayed—unbothered,
like it had been waiting.
  Jun 28 Moo
Zahra
We need only
four things to
be whole—
love,
support,
a friend,
and— God.
Moo Jun 28
It lives in Him breathes in his vitals,
Personifies him and nets out of his veins lethargy,
It dampens what his heart has in offer,
It lays in him waste,
a bewitched rower to this boat,
Who has yet to learn to stay afloat,
His obfuscations lead him sober,
His blind eye dictates his horror,
A pearl beyond imagination he has yet to attain,
To proclaim his name with no distain.
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