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"Love was feeling the person everywhere, under your skin, in every strand of your hair, in your heart, in your bones, in the tone of your voice when you said their name. Love wasn’t always about being with the person, it was feeling that your world was better just because they lived. Even if you weren’t ever going to be together, he was the air you breathed, invisible but everywhere."

Jacqueline Simon Gunn, Where You'll Land (Where You'll Land #1)

sometimes i wonder about the realness of things, of people, places, experiences, of love. i am here, feeling things in a square, trying to touch the corners to hold onto, but not finding the tangibility of things that i touch and that touches me. as if the square that i saw, is really a circle, or rather what i believe to be a circle, leading me in circles...like you, our love, or what i think is love, that we both say we feel. but why, do i feel that what we had, those lovely and seemingly magical moments together, was not real? they move on as time ticks by... your touch, your love, your words become shadowy figments of the past, not moving into my present, future...because here i am alone again tonight and then tomorrow night...without the sight and touch of you...

#love

my body tries to dance, but the action has lost itself in thought somehow...words, that once give rise to pirouettes in the mind and body, has dimmed to darkness in the winter days. and days go by, which feels like years, since i last felt your touch, your kiss, your words. sadness moves in me like a wave, a waterfall, until a pause arises and i learn to breathe again...

#writingtherapy #lostwords

to forgive, but not forget. there were the harsh words, the hurtful actions and reactions that came between us, like arrows flying around and through us. we didn’t survive the battle; hearts broken, and good memories replaced with bitter feelings and sweeping sadness. but the pain has been a lesson, a blessing in disguise, freedom i feel again, when i am not chained from the emotions and traumas of you, yours, mine, and ours. three weeks, and counting, the waves still ebb and flow. life moves on and the fragrance of life is becoming more sweet, and fuller, feeling life’s variety and offerings of things that are and the blossoming that could be. and i am beginning to forgive, but darling, i won’t forget.

#love #loss #forgiveness

"Forgive everything that has ever happened life is everything we can imagine laid out in patterns of pain and passion you cannot control it so keep your compassion There are no accidents there are no factions there is no us or them nothing to borrow or lend no enemy or friend and only forgiveness can make that happen The only battle worth the fight from the Rwandan genocide to the Seven Sisters forgiving Orion for chasing them across the skies every night forgiveness is for giving so give yourself this gift from time to time and let all of your mistakes become all of your greatest gifts in disguise." ~ Luka Lesson

"The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper." -- Richard Siken

“In many shamanic societies, if you came to a shaman or medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask you one of four questions: When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence? … Dancing, singing, storytelling, and silence are the four universal healing salves.”

Angeles Arrien

I invented myself, Lady Gaga—I curated my life to be an expression of my pain. This is how I overcame my depression, is by creating somebody that I felt was stronger than me. But…nothing was able to fix how I was genetically made. I was born this way. No matter how much success you have, no matter how many opportunities, fame, fortune—no matter how many people accept you, to your face, the person that really needs to accept you is you.

Lady Gaga

Weep, and then smile. Do not pretend to know something you have not experienced. There is a necessary dying, and then there is breathing again. Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.

Rumi

The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it's not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person--without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.

Osho

Each of us go through 'terrible damages' — a divorce, a heartache, a breaking, a clinging depression, an exile, a financial ruin, a lingering disease, a loss of a loved one, a death, a loss of dignity, a violation. May it be that despite such terrible damage, the tree of our life does not die.

Omid Safi

“The body wounds will heal, but those that are in the mind , if we get the knowledge to accept and bear with them, will provide us with both pleasure and pain over time. Eventually a World of Poetry will be reached and expressed not through words but through the body.”

Gustavo Collini

Absorb what is useful, discard what is useless and add what is specifically your own

Bruce Lee

The basic principle of dependent origination is simplicity itself. The Buddha described it by saying: When there is this, that is. With the arising of this, that arises. When this is not, neither is that. With the cessation of this, that ceases.

https://www.bcbsdharma.org/article/dependent-origination/

To find her, it is necessary for women to return to their instinctive lives, their deepest knowing. So, let us push on now, and remember ourselves back to the wild soul. Let us sing her flesh back onto our bones. Shed false coats we have been given. Don the true coat of powerful instinct and knowing. Infiltrate the psychic lands that once belonged to us. Unfurl the bandages, ready the medicine. Let us return now, wild women howling, laughing, singing up The One who loves us so.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes from Women who Run with the Wolves

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space. When your truth forsakes its shyness, When your fears surrender to your strengths, You will begin to experience That all existence Is a teeming sea of infinite life. In a handful of ocean water You could not count all the finely tuned Musicians Who are acting stoned For very intelligent and sane reasons And of course are becoming extremely sweet And wild. In a handful of the sky and earth, In a handful of God, We cannot count All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there Behind the mysterious veil. True art reveals there is no void Or darkness. There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic In this luminous, brimming Playful world

Hafiz

Sometimes I come across a tree which seems like Buddha or Jesus: loving, compassionate, still, unambitious, enlightened, in eternal meditation, giving pleasure to a pilgrim, shade to a cow, berries to a bird, beauty to its surroundings, health to its neighbors, branches for the fire, leaves for the soil, asking nothing in return, in total harmony with the wind and the rain. How much can I learn from a tree? The tree is my church, the tree is my temple, the tree is my mantra, the tree is my poem and my prayer.

Satish Kumar

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