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Relax, Recharge,br />Renew, Restored.
Purification is never for the selfishly idle, it accrues only to the selflessly industrious.
Whatever I have given, I have gained.
What I spent, I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have.
To be worn out is to be renewed.
Let China's earth, enrich'd with colour'd stains,
Pencil'd with gold, and streak'd with azure veins,
The grateful flavour of the Indian leaf,
Or Mocho's sunburnt berry glad receive.'
MRS. BARBAULD.
The untouched created the unbroken.
Snatched away like socks glommed off the sale table at Wal-Mart, dog treat snapped up by an eager German Sheppard, mouse picked off the lawn by a swooping owl.
The past is gained, secure, and on record.
This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.
Where did you get that candy again?" Leven asked, worried.
"The pile said 'flavored'," Clover answered back, his face a chocolatey mess.
"Flavored?" Leven said exasperated. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Clover argued. "F-l-a-w-e-d
flavored.
Gone? - gone? What means that little word? - What
An unfinished feeling.
A bag which was left and not only taken but turned away was not found. The place was shown to be very like the last time. A piece was not exchanged, not a bit of it, a piece was left over. The rest was mismanaged.
Sometimes the given seems like something taken away.-- Mason Cooley
Perfection scribbled out or the imperfection that makes you, me, anyone perfect and complete because it includes the truth of our mortality. Get
Dust Glitter Rain
He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!
You can't "un-recgonize" something
Perfection is attained, not when no more can be added, but when no more can be removed.
All gone. All anger quelled, all desire drained, all thirst slaked, all madness past.
Pure by impure is not seen.
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
Stolen from someone. Like they stole everything. Occupied. I was occupied. I disappeared.
What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain
What is gone is gone.
Freydolf worried that the stone might have been [stolen], but he finally found it safe and sound in one of the many drawers that were better for losing things than organizing them.
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
Cleanse the fountain if you would purify the streams.
Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
My help had been needed and claimed; I had given it: I was pleased to have done something: trivial, transitory though the deed was, it was yet an active thing, and I was weary of an existence all passive.
A success unshared is a failure.
What came is gone forever every time
My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate
I looked for perfection, and I found something better.
Like a water filter, your words filter needs to be replaced regularly to continue purifying.
Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.
I have become very good at clearing histories.
I guess every single word I've ever said is going to be dissected now.
You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;
Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring
From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.
I'd found something I didn't even know I was searching for
the ruin insufficiently ruined,
Feel like (I've been) released from prison.
In that smooth fortress of glass, I caught a glimpse of my corruption gripping steel, which before I had thought of as my salvation, but now represented my obliteration.
Some things can be recovered. Some things can be restored. But some lost things, we seek forever.
Yesterday's dust
determined
today's range of vision
What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
You might say that you've finally earned the wisdom.
Actually, it's the wisdom that has found and formed you.
spills of mire I swallowed inside the tower
It glistens, it gleams, I
Over. Done. Gone.-- Wen Spencer
Saved, rescued, but not quite so good as new...
The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.
you can't recycle wasted time
I am saved. I am redeemed.
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
Yesterday was to me like the paper through which chemists filter their solutions: all suspended particles, all that is superfluous remains on this paper. And this morning I went downstairs freshly distilled, transparent.
hand-crank sieve.
sputtered and then
Gammy used to say, 'Too much scrubbing takes the life right out of things.'
I then realized my analytics data was a bit odd. My keywords were no longer with me
Words kept salted when they cannot be found fresh. Words kept fresh when they cannot be found clean. The words go deeper, far out of reach of vessels, blood vessels bursting, that thick humming in the head. To find the words, just out of reach, beyond my hand, the coral of it, the pearl of it, fish.
ground, then drank some and fancied it
What is gone before is gone. All you have now are the results of your actions.
Mischief Managed.
Done is better than perfect.
Chipper intuited that this feeling of futility would be a fixture in his life. A dull waiting and then a broken promise, a panicked realization of how late it was.
This futility had let's call it a flavor.
What was stolen must be returned
It's finished. There isn't a stamp, or an error that I haven't collected. Not one. What shall I do now?"
"I think I'm beginning to understand," said Moomintroll slowly. "You aren't a collector anymore, you're only an owner, and that isn't nearly so much fun.
I got my windshield replaced for no apparent reason. So now I have a new windshield that looks exactly like my old one, only cleaner.
But a word once spoken who can recapture it?
Wings of PURIFICATION
I had been so focused on what to discard, on attacking the unwanted obstacles around me, that I had forgotten to cherish the things that I loved, the things I wanted to keep.
What is not ex-pressed is de-pressed.
Sweet and clean out-of-doors, and I need purifying. My wanderings disturb Lucy. She is always on the lookout for me, in the hall or living-room or on the porch, especially if I do not come back until after dark. She needn't
The window of the soul cleansed perfectly and made completely transparent by the divine light
been a signature
I washed mud off of mud.
That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.
Take all of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so-called problems,
Better put 'em in quotations
The very substance which last week was grazing in the field, waving in the milk pail, or growing in the garden, is now become part of the man.
In the furnace of affliction, we are refined and purified.
My life is fulfilled.
Life's renewal came and pacey flown
As sparks that roused eager jets,
Those spirits by clear morning grown;
Encompasses those extend'd spots.
On any given day, I'm likely to be working at home, hunched over this keyboard, typing Great Thoughts and Beautiful Sentences - or so they seem at the time, like those beautifully flecked and iridescent stones one finds at the seashore that gradually dry into dull gray pebbles.
What you do not eliminate - you accumulate.
Groovy? Is that some kind of code word?
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Don't repeat this word again
Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
I've known damnable beauty - the turgid pull of swirling blackness - but in the end, it's futile - purity alone redeems ...
Satisfaction. Now there's a loaded word.
A missle lost Unprogrammed
She looked around. They had drifted far away from the bank of the canal. "Are we stealing this boat?"
"Stealing' is such an ugly word," he mused.
"What do you want to call it?"
He picked her up and swung her around before putting her down. "An extreme case of window-shopping.
Grief had refined her girlish prettiness, she had the clear decided looks of a woman who had seen her hopes destroyed.
Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness.
What destruction have I been blessed by?
I have achieved an inner freedom.
Redeemed how I love to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed thru His infinite mercy His child and forever I am.
There is a harvest field you cannot reap alone
I had gotten exactly what I had wanted, and still it wasn't enough. I had wanted. And now I wanted more.