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  • If we wait until we are ready…

    If we wait until we are ready…

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  • They don’t see you …

    They don’t see you …

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  • “Be here now.” ― Ram Dass, Be Here Now
Image: Marcus Moller Bitsch 

    “Be here now.” 
    ― Ram DassBe Here Now

    Image: Marcus Moller Bitsch 

    (Source: mythologyofblue, via deja-vu-you)

  • beingblog:

“Calvin says that God takes an aesthetic pleasure in people. There’s no reason to imagine that God would choose to surround himself into infinite time with people whose only distinction is that they fail to transgress. King David, for example, was up to a lot of no good. To think that only faultless people are worthwhile seems like an incredible exclusion of almost everything of deep value in the human saga. Sometimes I can’t believe the narrowness that has been attributed to God in terms of what he would approve and disapprove.”
~Marilynne Robinson from The Paris Review
Hear more of Marilynne Robinson in The Mystery We Are
Photo by Trân Tú Nguyễn / Flickr, cc by-nc-sa 2.0

    beingblog:

    “Calvin says that God takes an aesthetic pleasure in people. There’s no reason to imagine that God would choose to surround himself into infinite time with people whose only distinction is that they fail to transgress. King David, for example, was up to a lot of no good. To think that only faultless people are worthwhile seems like an incredible exclusion of almost everything of deep value in the human saga. Sometimes I can’t believe the narrowness that has been attributed to God in terms of what he would approve and disapprove.”

    ~Marilynne Robinson from The Paris Review

    Hear more of Marilynne Robinson in The Mystery We Are

    Photo by Trân Tú Nguyễn / Flickr, cc by-nc-sa 2.0

  • “My heart born naked
    was swaddled in lullabies.
    Later alone it wore
    poems for clothes.
    Like a shirt
    I carried on my back
    the poetry I had read.

    So I lived for half a century
    until wordlessly we met.

    From my shirt on the back of the chair
    I learn tonight
    how many years
    of learning by heart
    I waited for you.” 


    ― John BergerAnd Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos 
    via: 
    kateoplis


  • “When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.”
― Pittacus Lore, I Am Number Four

    “When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.”


    ― Pittacus LoreI Am Number Four

    (Source: weheartit.com, via icanrelateto)

  • ONE DAY AFTER THE PASSING OF ALL OUR EGOS: 

    ONE DAY AFTER THE PASSING OF ALL OUR EGOS: 

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  • She’s gone / on TTL Design

    She’s gone / on TTL Design

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  • “The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and larger circles, and that without end. The extent to which this generation of circles, wheel without wheel, will go, depends on the force or truth of the individual soul.” 
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
/ Photo: Meridel Rubenstein, Gala cloud (2010-11) / aSoulMan

    “The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and larger circles, and that without end. The extent to which this generation of circles, wheel without wheel, will go, depends on the force or truth of the individual soul.” 

    ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

    / Photo: Meridel Rubenstein, Gala cloud (2010-11) / aSoulMan

    (via thepoetryofmaterialthings)

  • “Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned—in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?” ― Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room / aSoulMan

    “Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned—in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?” 
    ― Virginia WoolfJacob’s Room / aSoulMan

    (Source: as109coisas, via buddhainteriors)

  • artpropelled:

Brian Ferry

    artpropelled:

    Brian Ferry

  • artpropelled:

Center by Intao

W.B. Yeats - The Second ComingTurning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words outWhen a vast image out of Spiritus MundiTroubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desertA shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about itReel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I knowThat twenty centuries of stony sleepwere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?1920

    artpropelled:

    Center by Intao

    W.B. Yeats - The Second Coming


    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.
    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
    The darkness drops again; but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


    1920

  • Jinenbo Nakagawa

    Jinenbo Nakagawa

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  • aSoulMan : “Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”— Carl Jung

    aSoulMan : “Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
    — Carl Jung

    (Source: illuminatizeitgeist, via divine-consciousness)

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