How do you let go of attachment to things? Don’t even try. It’s impossible. Attachment to things drops away by itself when you no longer seek to find yourself in them.
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How do you let go of attachment to things? Don’t even try. It’s impossible. Attachment to things drops away by itself when you no longer seek to find yourself in them.
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We Parted In Silence
“We parted in silence, we parted by night, On the bank of that lonely river, Where the fragrant limes their boughs unite, We met–and we parted forever. The night bird sang, and the stars abov Told many a touching story, Of friends long pass’d to the kingdom of love, Where the soul wears its mantle of glory.
We parted in silence–our cheeks were wet With the tears that were past controlling ; We vow’d we would never–no never forget, And the vows at the time were consoling ; But the lips that echoed the vow of mine Are as cold as the lonely river ; And that sparkling eye the spirit’s shrine Has shrouded its fires for ever.
And now on the midnight sky I look, And my heart grows full to weeping, Each star to me is a sealed book, Some tale of that loved one keeping ; We parted in silence–we parted in tears On the banks of that lonely river, But the color and bloom of those gone by years Shall hang o'er its waters for ever.”
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From “Song Birds as Neighbors,” c. 1920s.
I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don’t have names.
Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching (via ophidiansabbat)
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By Julia Petrova
LEOITHNE
[noun]
a gentle breeze; a gentle breeze that makes little ripples on the surface of water.
Etymology: Gaelic.
[Vladimir Kush]
We easily become distracted by material things, forgetting that our true mission in life is a spiritual one; a bigger-than-you-and-me-one.
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