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'80. Sichuan province, China. The foot of an 8th century buddhist statue that stands 72 metres high. Photo by Bruno Barbey.
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the deepest post on this site
Someday, sometime, you will be sitting somewhere. A berm overlooking a pond in Vermont. The lip of the Grand Canyon at sunset. A seat on the subway. And something bad will have happened: You will have lost someone you loved, or failed at something at which you badly wanted to succeed. And sitting there, you will fall into the center of yourself. You will look for some core to sustain you. And if you have been perfect all your life and have managed to meet all the expectations of your family, your friends, your community, your society, chances are excellent that there will be a black hole where that core ought to be. I don’t want anyone I know to take that terrible chance. And the only way to avoid it is to listen to that small voice inside you that tells you to make mischief, to have fun, to be contrarian, to go another way. George Eliot wrote, ‘It is never too late to be what you might have been.’ It is never too early, either.
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Perhaps the fact that I chased a boy who ripped me to shreds says a lot more about me than it did about him.
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"During the Maithuna ritual the two partners sit facing each other, the man in full lotus posture (padmasana). The woman sits in his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, lingam in yoni and her arms around his neck, in a state of ecstatic surrender. The couple remains motionless and prolongs the embrace so that the energetic exchange is passive and receptive rather than active and demanding. Nothing special is done to arouse the sexual energy: it just follows its natural flow, without being seized and exploited by the will. The mind and the senses rest in the action, effortlessly aware, the Serpent awakens and ascends toward the Divine embodied in both the woman and man, they become ‘that which is’ complete union in the now.”
so beautiful. I miss making love
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