Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.
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Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.
Robert Louis Stevenson (via ophelia-network)
The Westward Butterfly
A bow ridding butterfly
Caught in her own cocoon
A cage made of umbilical cord
Voice muffled in amniotic fluid
She sat in a pine meadow
With a crow from the east
Singing about ancient worlds
They shared a vodka feast
Time caught in eternal embrace
Wings shone golden glow
Music entered the northern forest
Eyes dimmed yet little hearts flow
Fear trickled down through canopy
There was noise in valley below
People with fire torches and knives
The crow drank in the pool of sorrow
The shoulders anointed in tears
The butterfly left her essence behind
They ran through the dark forest
Living a dream of a different kind
A white ghost followed her home
Guarding the night from monsters
She found a courage in deviance
She found a way through her fear
Next day she rode the wind westward
She flew back to her terrain
The crow still held the forest branch
Reliving each flutter over and over again.
The crow could feel her on his shoulders still
The place where she shed her childhood tears
#309- the pain of men/ the nature of war
men in this world
live in amazing pain
unacknowledged pain
uncommunicable pain
pain without vocabularies
pain without thought
pain without responsibility
compulsive self-infliction of wounds…
because to really kill others
you’ve to completely kill yourself
first
one doesn’t go without another
irrespective of fantasies of victory
and lust.
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known. - Carson McCullers Artist: Kinga Britschgi
It is not more children we need but more chances for the ones already on the earth.
Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (via theclassicsreader)
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Marianne Williamson (via themindmovement)
“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi
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You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.
Krishnamurti (via thecalminside)
God is not needed to create guilt or to punish. Our fellow men suffice, aided by ourselves.
Albert Camus, The Fall (via philosophybits)
The past is like a shadow, making things dull and weary; in that shadow, the present loses its clarity, its freshness.
J. Krishnamurti (via thebuddhistmind)
Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I soon discovered that if you keep your mouth shut, people are apt to believe you know everything, and they begin to feel freer and freer to tell you anything, anxious to show that they know something, too.
Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name (via theclassicsreader)
I do what I do because it is the right thing to do. I am a Warrior, and it is the way of the Warrior to fight superior odds.
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