Poem – Page 107 – Live & Learn

Hello?

[…] I ask nothing more of God
than a very slight little tap,
coming to answer yes to my question…

~ Hélène Cixous, from “The Cauliflower of the Lautaret,” Love Itself: In the Letter Box

I lie
dismantled.
I feel the hours.
Do they veer to dusk?
Or dawn?

~ Li-Young Lee, from “Furious Versions,” in The City in Which I Love You

We are so small and
the greatness is so great. […]
What is striking is
the enormous force of weakness.

~ Hélène Cixous, from “The Cauliflower of the Lautaret,” Love Itself: In the Letter Box

I exist.
It is soft, so soft, so slow.
And light:
it seems as though it suspends in the air.
It moves.

~ Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

Credits:

Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
Image Source: The Sensual Starfish

Become the sky
Take an axe to the prison wall
Escape
Walk out
like someone suddenly born into color.

~ Rumi

Credits: Image – poppins-me; Poem – Thank you Make Believe Boutique