"...that must be the mission of all, to do more than thought possible, for what each is called, perhaps the improbable..." from the poem "Our Mission" by Max Sebastian Burchett
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Indescribable—our love—and still we say
with eyes averted, turning out the light,
“I love you,” in the ordinary way
and tug the coverlet where once we lay,
all suntanned limbs entangled, shivering, white ...
indescribably in love. Or so we say.
('Ordinary Love' by Michael R. Burch)
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they say love is blind, but it is nearsighted. It does not recognize the improbable or impossible until they are close enough to become.
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In order to evolve, we must break the constraints that chain our mind and soul; which are undeniably the negative perceptions that control us; and the probable causes that destroy us
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