“My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it’s the good kind of ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just vaguely of smoke - like the end and the beginning of something all at once.”
— Lauren Oliver
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“As spirals of white, circling slower, and deeper spirals of turquoise and aquamarine, we see the moon’s rotations around this world - flowing streams of liquid light, continuous to our slower sight, woven spirals of earth and moon, sailing around and around the rainbow spirals of this nearest star. Your sun is no stationary light but rides swiftly with its swirling worlds through a moving arm of a spiral galaxy that itself sails through an endlessly expanding spatial sea. Threads of earthlight, moonlight, and starlight weave the finely textured fabric of this galactic arm.”
10:15 am • 22 August 2014 • 22 notes
“One specific star of all the myraid stars you see twinkling in your night sky sends its spirit to Earth to incarnate in your individual human form. Your ego is designed to help that spirit (who lacks your familiarity with the cooler realms) to remain creatively incarnate here. Until you have bonded with the star consciousness, you remain unfinished.”
— Return of the Bird Tribes, Ken Carey (via nastradinxogja)
9:00 am • 22 August 2014 • 9 notes
“An awakening woman is a spiritual rebellion engaged in a glowing and embodied, nothing-held-back love affair with the great mystery. She moves in the world with fierce compassion, grace and freedom, and is passionate about truth, rest & real love. She is fluent in angelic, diva and kali roars. Earth is home and so is infinity.”
— Chameli Ardagh (via iliketurtles6)
(Source: awakenyourlifeimpulse, via song-ofthe-stars-deactivated201)
6:30 am • 22 August 2014 • 15 notes
Resurrection of the body of the beloved,
Which is the world.
Which is the poem
Of the world, the poem of the body.
Mortal ourselves and filled with awe,
We gather the scattered limbs
That he should live again.
That death not be oblivion.
— Gregory Orr, from Part One of Concerning the Book That Is the Body of the Beloved (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
10:45 pm • 21 August 2014 • 35 notes
“Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams,
fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs
and awakens the blood in the tunnel of sleeplessness.”
— Pablo Neruda (via talisman)
(Source: allthingsneruda, via song-ofthe-stars-deactivated201)
9:30 pm • 21 August 2014 • 215 notes
“O hidden Life,
vibrant in every atom,
O hidden Light,
shining in every creature,
O hidden Love,
embracing all in oneness,
May all who feel themselves
as one with thee
Know they are therefore one
with every other.”
— Annie Besant (via fernsandmoss)
8:15 pm • 21 August 2014 • 76 notes
“The experience of bliss will give you an insight into the very phenomenon of beauty. Not only does it make you beautiful, it suddenly transforms the whole world. The whole world becomes beautiful because the world reflects you, it is a mirror.”
— Osho (via whimsicalele)
7:00 pm • 21 August 2014 • 41 notes
“When we live soulcentrically, immersed in a lifelong dance with the mysteries of nature and psyche, our wildness flourishes.”
— Bill Plotkin (via nirvikalpa)
5:45 pm • 21 August 2014 • 105 notes
“Light, where is the light?
Light the fire, if you have desire!
Thunder, rushing wind, nothingness.
Black night, black stone.
Don’t let your whole life go by in the dark.
Evidently the only way to find the path is to set fire to my own life.”
— Rabindranath Tagore (via fernsandmoss)
4:30 pm • 21 August 2014 • 81 notes
“Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.”
— Haruki Murakami (via blissdreaming)
3:15 pm • 21 August 2014 • 64 notes
Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed me clean
On savage rocks of eternal mind.
How its colors bled, until they grew white!
You smile and sit back: I dry in your sun.
The Sea boils with passion for you,
The clouds pour pearls at your feet
A lightning from your love has pierced the earth
This smoke curling to heaven is its child.
We were green: we ripened and grew golden.
The Sea terrified us: we learned how to drown.
Squat and earthbound, we unfolded huge wings.
We started sober: are love’s startled drunkards.
You hide me in your cloak of nothingness
Reflect my ghost in your glass of being
I am nothing, yet appear: transparent dream
Where your eternity briefly trembles.
— Rumi (via the-door-of-everything)
12:45 pm • 21 August 2014 • 37 notes