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created this whilst tent chilling in my backyard haha..enjoy my loves
“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.” ~E.B. White
Inspired by the Divine YOUniverse. Let your soul travel and flow with my energy <3 (anet navarrp)
Created this song straight from love, joy, and pure soul <3 let me know how it makes you feel ! (anet navarrp)
Николай Морский
Although the rhythm of the waves beats a kind of time, it is not clock or calendar time. It has no urgency. It happens to be timeless time. I know that I am listening to a rhythm which has been just the same for millions of years, and it takes me out of a world of relentlessly ticking clocks. Clocks for some reason or other always seem to be marching, and, as with armies, marching is never to anything but doom. But in the motion of waves there is no marching rhythm. It harmonizes with our very breathing. It does not count our days. Its pulse is not in the stingy spirit of measuring, of marking out how much still remains. It is the breathing of eternity, like the God Brahma of Indian mythology inhaling and exhaling, manifesting and dissolving the worlds, forever. As a mere conception this might sound appallingly monotonous, until you come to listen to the breaking and washing of waves.
Alan W. Watts (via purplebuddhaproject)
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