Nicole Jensen

“When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give to them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live in your eyes
And not on your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands
By letting
Bodies touch bodies
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away”
― Merrit Malloy

“I wasn’t interrupting because I didn’t care what others had to say, but because I’d already worked out the end of their sentence and if I waited rather than blurting out my reply, my thoughts might disappear back into the buzz of noise in my head.”
― Matilda Boseley, The Year I Met My Brain: A travel companion for adults who have just found out they have ADHD

“To learn to play seriously is one of the great secrets of spiritual exploration.”
― Rachel Pollack, The Forest of Souls: A Walk Through the Tarot