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The time it takes for us to reach the essence of our true being, is merely dependent on how quickly we can remove our own ignorance.

Shahrnush Parsipur, Touba and the Meaning of Night (via touba) (via serpentskirt) (via milktrees) (via delicatelybruised)

He was in fact the embodiment of the invisible cloud, a collective state of being contained in the body of a small human. It was a secret kingdom. This crowd was the nucleus of that which was to be born one day, but never would be. If it were born the dimensions would fall apart, convexity would change to concavity. Like a black hole, his gravity would destroy all the parts of reality even as they sought unity. It would turn and twist everything together in order to force unity among all beings. From then on, nothing would be left for him to attempt to unify. After one instant, and only an instant, the turned and twisted particle would explode, scattering everything and everyone once more; the parts would prefer to remain scattered. And at that precise instant, he would be reborn.

Love, love is a verb Love is a doing word Fearless on my breath Gentle impulsion Shakes me makes me

Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Stumbling a little
Stumbling a little

Bhagavad Gita

As a man can drink water from any side of a full tank, so the skilled theologian can wrest from any scripture that which will serve his purpose.

Robert McAfee Brown

And I wanted to cry out at her that I could not put the body apart from the soul, and that the comfort of her body was more than a thing of the flesh, but was also a comfort of the soul, and why it was I could not say, and why it should be, I could not say, but there was in it nothing that was ugly or evil, but only good. But how can one find such words?

Lemony Snicket (via quotewhore) (via delicatelybruised)

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.