so true!

so true!

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Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I’m haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.
— Richard Brautigan, “Boo, Forever” (via the-final-sentence)
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Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I’m haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.

Richard Brautigan, “Boo, Forever” (via the-final-sentence)

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I want to go on, to go beyond; I cannot;
the moment scatters itself in many things,
I have slept the dreams of the stone that never dreams
and deep among the dreams of years like stones
have heard the singing of my imprisoned blood,
with the premonition of light the sea sang,
and one by one the barriers give way,
all of the gates have fallen to decay,
the sun has forced an entrance through my forehead,
has opened my eyelids of its swaddling clothes,
has rooted me out of my self, and separated
me from my animal sleep centuries of stone
and the magic of reflections resurrects
willow of crystal, a poplar of water,
a pillar of fountain by the wind drawn over,
tree that is firmly rooted and that dances,
turning course of a river that goes curving,
advances and retreats, goes roundabout,
arriving forever:

Octavio Paz, from “Sun stone”, translated by Eliot Weinberger (via the-final-sentence)

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thedustdancestoo:

it was forever ago
the way we spoke
with our lungs
pressed against the glass,
carving a poem
with only your finger

three words
uoy evol i


you wrote to me
from the other side
of the window,

i wonder
if they’re still there?

<3

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A Prayer for Healing

lazyyogi:

For all the sins my immature body and mind have made, forgive me.

For all the sins all immature bodies and minds will make, I will forgive.

Loka samasta sukhino bhavantu sushantir bhavatu sushantir bhavatu

Om shanti shanti shanti

May all the beings in all the worlds know perfect peace and happiness.

Namaste

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cmndcontrol:

Aww mini Monk!

Peaceful, innocent, and content .. :)

cmndcontrol:

Aww mini Monk!

Peaceful, innocent, and content .. :)

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Here is the scarf
we left years ago like a bookmark,

meaning to return the next day,
having just turned our heads
toward a noise in the bushes,
toward the dinnerbell in the distance,

toward what we knew and did not know
we knew, in the spreading twilight
that returns changed to a changed place.

Wyatt Townley, from “Finding the Scarf (via the-final-sentence)
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Liv Tyler

Heart breaker&#8230;

Liv Tyler

Heart breaker…

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