Sacred Graffiti
A yellow flower
(Light and spirit)
Sings by itself
For nobody.
The opening of Song for Nobody by Thomas Merton
The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via anachronisticfairytales)
“It is not joy that makes us grateful. It is gratitude that makes us joyful.” ~David Rast
I sit in my room.
The thick adobe walls
Are transparent to mountains,
The mountains move in;
I sit among mountains.
From I Sit in My Room by Jean Toomer
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.

The Dalai Lama (via lazyyogi)

I want to be unconstrained -
therefore I care not a fig for noble styles
I roll up my sleeves.
The poem’s dough is rising…
Oh what a pity
that I cannot bake cathedrals…
From Hope by Edith Sodergran
Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy.
Hermann Hesse (via thecalminside)
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
 Paulo Coelho (via purplebuddhaproject)
Scare the world: Be exactly who you say you are and tell the truth.
the shock of honesty (via godmoves)

(Source: tiedtotheoceans)

My real dwelling
Has no pillars
And no roof either
So rain cannot soak it
And wind cannot blow it down