March 2012
February 2012
I remember a place
thetruthisone:
we were dreaming together
and we always knew we were dreaming.
we imagined vast landscapes of all types, created adventures for ourselves
through dream portals into realms of chaos just for the fun of playing
but we always returned back home, back to Source, to Oneness, to peace and bliss
so what is this place, then?
is this a yet another dream portal that we entered from...
أنا طائر غريب، لكنني لست حتى الطيور، وهذا أغرب...
theballadofdangermouse:
“I’m a strange bird, but I’m not even a bird, and that’s the strangest part.”
مآ أجمّل أنْ تصمتْ .. فيْ ؤجهْ منْ ينتظرْ منِك الخِصَام .. ! وما أجمل أنْ تضحك فيْ وجهْ منْ يُنتظرْ منك البكـاءْ ..!
How beautiful is it to stay silent When someone expects you to be enraged from them. And how beautiful it is to laugh When someone thinks you are going to shed tears.
Consider the sea of the material universe as a physical body, or rather, the...
– The Cosmos Of The Soul
The wall, that keeps you a prisoner, you think is a protection.
– Osho “The Invitation”
(via anythingispossiblehere)
Yours is the energy that makes your world. There are no limitations to the self...
– Jane Roberts (via lucifelle)
Some feeling came into you, unpleasant feeling, and you said, Should not come,...
– Ravi Shankar (via terramantra)
♑ Mu: Tantra Says, First Purify the Body →
cougarchild:
“Tantra says, first purify the body – purify it of all repressions. Allow the body energy to flow, remove the blocks. It is very difficult to come across a person who has no blocks, it is very difficult to come across a person whose body is not tight. Loosen this tightness; this tension is…
In Lak'ech Ala K'in: Bluebird by Charles Bukowski →
light-essence:
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery…
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Our problem is we are too busy holding on to our unworthiness.
– Ram Dass (via heartmindspirit)