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“Artist I don't mind being the non-essential. Even a child takes its mother for granted. It does not run back to its mother until it's hurt. Nobody first thinks of water when they arrive at an exquisite dinner party, until they are choking. I don't mind being the non-essential knowing you will come looking when things are broken and nothing else works. Art is non-essential Until it is not. ― Madhu Raghavendra”

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“It's everywhere and yet nowhere In the eyes of a child In your smile, even if it's mild It's in the imperceptible dew of the dawn It's in the ambience of a freshly cut lawn. Yet how selfish I would be if I would be talking about it only in the sight sense Voice...my second love Voices in which I can dove Forever and never come out It's not only what beauty is about And yet a shame on all of us We still chose that face As the only place to admire beauty”

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“by Luci Shaw To the Edge: for Madeleine L'Engle Be with her now. She faces the ocean of unknowing, losing the sense of what her life has been, and soon will be no longer as she knew it, as we knew it with her. Lagging behind, we cannot join her on this nameless shore. Knots in her bones, flesh flaccid, the skin like paper, pigment gathering like ashes driven by a random wind, a heart that may still sing, interiorly - we cannot know - have pulled her far ahead of us, our pioneer. As we embrace her, her inner eyes embrace the universe.. She recognizes heaven with its innumerable stars - but not our faces. Be with her now, as you have sometimes been - a flare that blazes, then dulls, leaving only a bright blur in the memory. Hold her in the mystery that no one can describe but Lazarus, though he was dumb and didn't speak of it. Fog has rolled in, erasing definition at the edge. Walking to meet it, she hopes soon to see where the shore ends. She listens as the ocean breathes in and out in waves. She hears no other sound.”

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Book:A Light So Lovely: The Spiritual Legacy of Madeleine L'Engle, Author of A Wrinkle in Time
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