ॐ We are what we do ॐ

the true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.

[silvaris]

Path to the Ruins in Brinscal Woods by Alex West

[aperiodofsoftness]

Gideon Rubin

[damsels-in-undress]

[studdedheartsblog]

[larchcoin]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I love the privacy of rain,”

— Helen Dunmore, from Inside The Wave: Poems; “Privacy of Rain,”

[modernshxmxn]

The Moon Cannot Be Stolen

Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening a thief visited the hut only to discover there was nothing to steal. Ryokan returned and caught him. “You have come a long way to visit me,” he told the prowler, “and you should not return empty-handed. Please take my clothes as a gift.” The thief was bewildered. He took the clothes and slunk away. Ryoken sat naked, watching the moon. “Poor fellow,” he mused, “I wish I could have given him this beautiful moon.”

[utwo]

The Fish Hotel

© the fish hotel

[loumargi]

Crystal Liu b.1980

[awwww-cute]

[90377]

Cave Creek In Flood by Steve Reekie

[humansofnewyork]

“I remember everything because I’ve obsessively thought about it.  She was my roommate’s girlfriend.  We were alone in the house. There were vibes between us. We’d been flirting.  We sat on the edge of the bed for half an hour before anything happened. Smiling.  Giggling.  I kissed her, then we stopped.  She kissed me, then we stopped. Then she put the condom on me.  Afterward we cuddled. We joked. We discussed whether we should tell my roommate. And I thought that was it.  Then a few weeks later, a mutual friend showed me a text message where someone referred to me as a rapist.  When I confronted the girl about it, she claimed the sex hadn’t been consensual, and her willingness had just been a defense mechanism.  That’s when the bottom fell out of my life.  It felt like my reputation was ruined.  It seemed like everyone knew.  I got on antidepressants.  I went to therapy.  I felt hated, not lovable, not welcome in polite society.  Nothing I did seemed to matter anymore.  Certain pathways in my life seemed completely closed off. I could never be famous. Never a public figure. Never a CEO. The rumor would certainly come out. I had these constant, obsessive thoughts about what I’d do if it ever went public. Would I sue her?  Release every communication we’d ever had? Get statements from all my ex-girlfriends? Would I post a long note on Facebook where I admitted to every sin I’ve ever committed?  Maybe that would convince people that I’d never lie about this.  Would any of these things even matter?  Or would it just matter what she said?”

[fawnave]

[thecalminside]

“There is nothing out of your grasp and nothing is unachievable. You are not limited or contained. You are the One, the All, the still-alive ever-changelessness, that which cannot be added to, subtracted from, improved upon or diminished. Timeless, birth-less and deathless, you are simply the totality — all there is. No more, no less.”

From my book: Pain, Life, Love

[tattoos-infantasy]

Moon plant

[eastcoastcreep]

Some lil additions from last weekend ☾ https://youtu.be/0rM4_9-DFVc

[tattoos-org]

Dragon Moon Tattoo

Artist: The Honorable Society Tattoo Parlour & Lounge West Hollywood, CA