Quotes About Connection

Two by two in the ark ofthe ache of it.

And on our lips the blood of berries before we kiss

What I invaded has invaded me.

Looking, Walking, Being I look and look. Looking's a way of being: one becomes, Sometimes, a pair of eyes walking. Walking wherever looking takes one. The eyes Dig and burrow in the world. They touch Fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor. World and the past of it, Not only Visible present, solid and shadow That looks at one looking. And language? Rhythms Of echo and interruption? That's A way of breathing, breathing to sustain Looking, Walking and looking, Through the world, In it.

I wanted to know all the bones in your spine, all the pores of your skin, tendrils of body hair. To let all of my skin, my hands, ankles, shoulders, breasts, even my shadow, be forever imprinted with whatever of you is forever unknown of me.

Words taken by lips, tongue, teeth, throat, down into body's caverns, to enter blood, bone, breath

What I invaded as invaded me.

Yes, he is here in this open field, in sunlight, among the few young trees set out to modify the bare facts-- he's here, but only because we are here. When we go, he goes with us to be your hands that never do violence, your eyes that wonder, your lives that daily praise life by living it, by laughter. He is never alone here, never cold in the field of graves.

The Avowal As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them; so would I learn to attain freefall, and float into Creator Spirit's deep embrace, knowing no effort earns that all-surrounding grace.

The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic force, it sets in motion...elements in the reader that would otherwise remain stagnant.

The world is not with us enough.

I believe that there are four things that the soul requires in a home. First, it needs a sense of belonging, to feel truly connected to the land, to your roots, to your spirit. Second, a soul needs to feel safe, so that you can be yourself, be creative, and bring forth what you are without fear. Third, it yearns for harmony with the greater cycles of nature. And, finally, your soul needs sacred space. When you have these four things, your home will be filled with inner peace.

She scratched the back of her neck slowly with her nails, ripping long, deep welts, trying to chase it away. Numbness is worse than pain: it's like a violent wasting disease when all connection with the outside world evaporates, nothing matters, nothing counts, nothing touches or entertains or surprises; even physical sensations feel distant and unreal. It's death without the paperwork.

If guns kill people," Ivy moved next to her uncle and stared down Kip, "Then pens misspell words, cars cause accidents, and forks make people gain weight.

At first, the grandniece who had booked the event had said that if Dani couldn't make the cake, they'd just skip it. But Dani had pointed out that a party without a cake was really just a meeting.

Somebody once told me that good friends are like Tootie Pops, if you don't bite them they won't bite you. Erin Swift

I want to love someone so selflessly that he would never even think about going away. I suppose that's what most people want. In fact, that's probably why we don't kill one another all the time. Everyone's just a little too lonely to risk it.

I'm just some fingers resting lightly on a cursor as it slides magically around a kind of Ouija board.

When everyone you know is either very far away from you or hides, you find someone dead to love.

Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.

What you are seeking, is seeking you.

War can be so impersonal yet when we put a name, a face, a place and match it to families, then war is not impersonal.

Anyone who really studies Catholicism deeply is aware of the mystical nature of our faith. Even references to Christ's mystical body has connections to that principle.

Happiness doesn't lie in conspicuous consumption and the relentless amassing of useless crap. Happiness lies in the person sitting beside you and your ability to talk to them. Happiness is clear-headed human interaction and empathy. Happiness is home. And home is not a house-home is a mythological conceit. It is a state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace.