September 2011
1 post
You said we were like twins.
Or brothers in arms.
Long ago, before we had these curls, these eyes.
that’s the thing about love.
It never ends.
you’re opening a door to an ocean ;
A door that you cannot close,
An ocean that you cannot contain.
And that’s the scary part…once you start loving someone, you never stop.
But it’s our calling. and if we don’t...
June 2011
2 posts
May 2011
26 posts
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.”
– George Carlin (via earthsun)
“She adored all beautiful things in their every curve and fragrance, so that they...”
– J.M. Barrie (The Little White Bird)
“I am just a speck of dust inside a giants eye…”
April 2011
19 posts
http://www.ted.com/talks/michael_pollan_gives_a_plant_s_eye_view.html
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
– Jalal-al-Din Rumi (via heartmindspirit)
organic energy
Everything I need already exists within me. In exercising strength, I manifest joy. and I cling so tight and try to control life.. fighting, criticizing, manipulating.. until I remember, I am whole. So I release my hold and let eternal grace flow through me out of my heart and into the cosmos. I stare at the sky, close my eyes so tight they hurt.. under my eyelids i see the stars and remember.....
“I found that slowly, slowly I could look
directly into the eyes of suffering...”
river phoenix
a river of love runs up my roots, it flows in a choppy waters way,
through my heart, splashes on my neurons , and pours out into the ocean at my crown.
we dive into these cold currents,
and your blue radiance shines , and in brightness we swim , natural as blue bright fish. a flowing fluid , pulsing brightness out of my heart down my arms and through my hands i turn green, and glow, glow...
pluto
everything ive ever felt pours out of me at once. temporary solutions drown me, im plugging our hole with bubble gum, as we sink farther and farther… these depths we roam are dangerous these walls are painted black, the lights are all turned off. silence lingers like snakes slivering through crevices. these depths we roam are dangerous, they shed us from our skins they bleed us dry,...
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
21 posts
““Man’s a strange animal, and makes strange use
Of his own nature,...”