deux

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living.

whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them, men are old.
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple;
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail

pulling all the sky over him with one smile.

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seeker of truth,

follow no paths

all paths lead where

truth is here

-e.e. cummings-