Baby steps are awesome but sometimes you have to take a leap and watch the magic happen. Trust yourself!!! — (via thetaoofdana)
“The first man who, having enclosed a piece of ground, bethought himself of saying ‘This is mine,’ and found people simple enough to believe him, was the real founder of civil society.
From how many crimes, wars, and murders, from how many horrors and…
Needing one, I invented her,
the great-great-aunt dark as hickory
called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting-Cloud
Dear aunt, I’d call into the leaves,
and she’d rise up, like an old log in a pool,
and whisper in a language only the two of us knew
the word that meant follow,
and we’d travel
cheerful as birds
out of the dusty town and into the trees
where she would change us both into something quicker:
two foxes with black feet,
two snakes green as ribbons,
two shimmering fish, and all day we’d travel.
At day’s end she’d leave me back at my own door
with the rest of my family,
who were kind, but solid as wood
and rarely wandered. While she,
old twist of feathers and birch bark,
would walk in circles wide as rain and then
scattering the rags of twilight
on fluttering moth wings;
or she’d slouch from the barn like a gray opossum;
or she’d hang in the milky moonlight
burning like a medallion,
this bone dream, this friend I had to have,
this old woman made out of leaves.
In Zen, I’m told that I should see
That which is in front of me.
Like fish don’t know the water
And birds can’t observe the sky,
I may be too much me to tell
Exactly What am I.
Anarchists know that a long period of education must precede any great fundamental change in society, hence they do not believe in vote begging, nor political campaigns, but rather in the development of self-thinking individuals. —
Marco could not have known about the mystical effect of a full moon on cats and books left on their own in the library. Not until he saw the lines breathe, the words unveiled. —
Rahma Krambo, Guardian Cats and the Lost Books of Alexandria
The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains. — Li Po
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
— Jack Kerouac, American novelist and poet (1922-1969), On the Road, Viking Press, 1957. — http://amiquote.tumblr.com (via parkstepp)
Those who take wisdom as their highest goal, whose faith is deep and whose senses are trained, attain wisdom quickly and enter into perfect peace. But the ignorant, indecisive and lacking in faith, waste their lives. They can never be happy in this world or any other. — The Bhagavad-Gita. Chapter 4, verses 39-40. (via heartbloodspirit)
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A white girl sits at her computer, and opens tumblr. She starts a new text post: “white girls don’t even have brains their skulls are filled with starbucks coffee”. She clicks create post, and laughs. “I’m not like them,” she whispers to herself, “I’m not like them.”
(Source: quinnthebrain, via heartbloodspirit)