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Glaciers shaped the land where I was born. One of my homes is covered by ancient limestone bones. Scattered through the forest and sculpted into walls, crumbling dinosaurs and lichen-blessed temples. Tomorrow, I skip over the Pacific Ocean to the limestone cliffs of Thailand. The welcome weight of a mysterious adventure rests in my skin. A calm suspense, like these monoliths waiting for time, the wind, and new rains to shape them. #time #travel #home #newplacesnewshapes
"For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of the night... And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky." #dreams #mistymornings #sky #windows #silence #kahlilgibran (at Palmyra, Pennsylvania)
Yoga is as much a journey of unlearning as it is one of learning Dissolving the fearful patterns that society and our own lies chain to our lives Washing away these stories Things like, "your body needs to be flexible to practice yoga" Not true! That implies there is somewhere to get, a right way to be which isn't right now, an end goal... But, there is no final goal to reach Because there is no end There is only a path and the awareness of the beauty of walking. This photo is @avenuesyoga shining in the magic silence of winter last night. Love the attention that lights up this space. #yoga #love #foreverpath #noendinsight #❄ (at Avenues Yoga)
Every exhale, a blessing Even the ones broiling with smoke and death Love out Love in The world is just playing A cosmic tragedy unfolding Our horrors bleed compassion into the lives of others Everyone does their best Yes, even the tyrants and murderers At their essence they are Cit Thatness Confused and tangled so completely they exhale oily hate Acting out of a longing to find their birthright Belonging Love Truth #exhale #tantra #yoga #smoke #blood #tragedy #life #love (at Planet Earth)
Eternity is here now. #eternity #now #yoga #books #josephcampbell #anopenlife (at Park City, Utah)
Don't worry, I can barely read my handwriting either. "A tree frog sang in the forest. Rain fell in squalls and sheets, a summer thunderstorm built its confidence, starting a fight with the trees. The splashing rain and slashing wind didnt seem to scare the tree frog. It sang a sad song for its lover. She had been stepped on by a fat man distracted by his morning donut. Squashed like so much nothing... His song matched the rage of the storm. Daring the lightning to claim him." #fromnotebooks #shortstory #soitgoes #igwriters
" 'Patriotism is not enough.' But neither is anything else. Science is not enough, religion is not enough, art is not enough, politics and economics are not enough, nor is love, nor is duty, nor is action however disinterested, nor, however sublime, is contemplation. Nothing short of everything will really do." "Attention!" shouted a faraway bird. Love this book so far, #life, #tantra, #buddhism and hilarity all rolled into one. Thanks for the rec @joeschaeppi !
"Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;" #theprophet #kahlilgibran #truth #love #flyingheartmonkeys #bleedjoyfully
Lessons from getting out of bed "late" You have the right to be here, to find pleasure in the experience of being you - no matter what your imperfections. You have the power to love and be loved by everything - including yourself. It's your right to express that love - to be heard in all of your light and darkness. You have the ability to see truth in every moment - if that's what you desire. You have the right to always be lit by the inexhaustible current of light pouring down from the sun, the moon, and the stars. Let the stories, the barriers that separate you from the world dissolve. Accept the patterns of pain and passion without doing them and yourself the violence of wishing them to be other than what they are. #practice #practice #practice #accept #pain #allow #passion #be #love #light #shadow #yoga #jai #ganesha
The aspens light their final fire Yellow heat against the gray cold Standing in defiance against despair Last dance on the mountain of sleeping trees Reminding us to stay awake To remember in the face of darkness That the joy of existence is never lost When the color falls away It's only sleeping Waiting for the fire to rise again Lit by the perennial spring of our love #fall #despair #fire #stayawake #love #yogaeverywhere #perennial
Pour me a shot of infinity
Pour me a shot of infinity. A toast! To the world in all its beauty Its horror and joy How I love your wild corners The sparkling hills and bleeding canyons Cities of rock sculpted by wind Landscapes carved by legions of time Pour me a shot of infinity I need it to wash down the day To remember the magic And see clearly again Pour me a shot of infinity I wish to see into her eyes For love to wake up again I’ll pass out drunk on illusion in the meantime
Pour me a shot of infinity We’ll swoon with truth Stumbling and bumbling through profundities Slurring myths and gulping stories Let’s dance the Ghost Dance and send the world back to the land Pour me a shot of infinity I’ll transmute it into dream We’ll float away on recognition Soar high on understanding Pour me a shot of infinity Let’s get sloppy with love and sincere about letting go Pour me a shot of infinity I want truth It’s my purpose to know Pass me the bottle. http://ift.tt/1NH14T1
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A white Dodge Charger (new-ish), idling with its lights on. A cumulous cloud of strawberry-flavored water vapor above the driver-side window. An America.
From years ago and yes, I still want to learn how to draw.
The Broom of the System
Excerpt from some of the most ridiculously brilliant dialogue ever.
"GOVERNOR: Gentleman, we need a desert.
MR. LUNGBERG AND MR. OBSTAT: A desert?
Governor: Gentleman, a desert. A point of savage reference for the good people of Ohio. A place to fear and love. A blasted region. Something to remind us of what we hewed out of. A place without malls. An Other for Ohio's Self. Cacti and scorpions and the sun beating down. Desolation. A place for people to wander alone. To reflect. Away from everything. Gentleman, a desert.
MR. OBSTAT: Just a super idea, chief.
GOVERNOR: Thanks, Neil. Gentleman may I present Mr. Ed Roy Yancey of Industrial Desert Design, Dallas. They did Kuwait."
Juniper
A great Juniper tree grew at the edge of a vast canyon. Its roots meandered through the rocky cliff face, winding out over oblivion and reaching back, deep into the earth.
It grew as tall and wide as its perch would allow. Branches twisted, gnarled, and covered in shredded bark like flayed mummy skin reached over the edge toward the Sun. They extended only as far as balance allowed, for if the wise Juniper grew too large, it would fall and pull the world down into the canyon with it.
You see, this tree grew at the edge of a universe. In the lands between realms where reality thins and ideas reign. The Juniper had been growing for billions of years. It’s roots were the foundation of a whole world. Through ages of mistakes and close calls, it had found a balance.
A snowy owl lived in its branches. The owl whispered tales of the world the tree upheld. One day the owl warned of approaching people from the far off lands where the stars don’t shine. Their cities blocked them out, separating the people from the heart of their universe.
The next night, fires were visible in the distance.
The people had come.
As dawn unfolded, a man approached the tree. He cradled a collection of branches in his arms. Fuel for their fires.
He reached the base of the tree and dropped his firewood. A hatchet appeared in his hand.
He placed it on the ground and kneeled in front of the Juniper and said, “Our cities have crumbled. We ignored the law of balance. We have cast ourselves back into darkness and mysteries bite at our heels once more. I came to you for fuel, but I cannot take from you. You teeter on the edge of an abyss, you grow and stand strong against the storms of time... This is what my people must do now. None shall take from your body to build our fires. We will make you a symbol of hope and you will remind our generations of the balance.”
The man kissed his palm and held it to the base of the tree. He gathered his hatchet and firewood before walking back to the east, into the rising Sun.
The owl whispered to the tree, “There is still hope for them after all.”
Coma
Jacque was hunting the creature that froze other living beings with the slightest touch. He had tracked it through his home town, following the trail of frozen bodies and questioning those left stunned in the background. He held a weapon that would subdue the creature so that he could safely extract its blood. Without the blood, Jacque wouldn't be able to revive his wife and daughter that he had been forced to abandon, with aborted screams frozen on their faces. It was headed to the shore, intending to turn the oceans of the world to ice. The last survivor explained that the creature had been there only 5 minutes before. Jacque was closer than he had been all day and a hint of salt rode his inhale as he began to run south into the marshlands.
An alarm went off and Isabella woke from her sleep. The glowing digits informed her that it was 6:00am and the rough fabric of her pillow reminded her of where she was. Jake had been in a coma for a week now and they still hand't found a bone marrow donor with the same rare blood type. Maybe today would be the day things changed.
based on this prompt. http://randomstoryprompt.com/2013/05/22/coma/