Fid Mella - My Friend

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Fid Mella - My Friend
Energy has to flow here on this planet. This is our role. To direct the energy we are given each day in constructive, progressive and developmental ways. Choose wisely.
jaymur (via perceiving-change)
Pattern recognition, Alana Dee Haynes
At some point you will have put the words down. Put the maps down. Close the sacred books. Look up. Stop being enthralled by the journeys of your spiritual heroes At some point, you will have to get up, open your door and walk out into the sunlight of your Being and feel its light and its warmth on your own skin. Firsthand. No longer satisfied by catching a glimpse of it through the windows of anotherâs experience; but stand in its full and glorious light, naked and vulnerable and in holy surrender with the story of your life with all its twists and turns and tortured tales lying pink and belly-up under the dome of the disinterested sky:
'First hand' @Â http://ashramof1.tumblr.com/post/76631025170 (via julesofnature)
"If you listen too much with outer ears then they will suffocate your light"
Vanishing point, Nihilisten
Erin Hanson
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; How could you become new if you havenât first become ashes?
Friedrich Nietzsche (via elige, sex-death-rebirth)
Roy Ayers - Running away
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meet Lula.Â
photos by mohammad reza domiri ganji in iran of: (1) the dome of the seyyed mosque in isfahan; (2,8) the nasīr al mulk mosque, or pink mosque, in shiraz; (3,4) the vakil mosque in shiraz; (5) the ceiling of the fifth floor of ali qapu in isfahan; (6,10) the vakil bathhouse in shiraz; (7) the imam mosque in isfahan; (9) the jame mosque of yazd
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Awakening Our Truth
London - Hey Now (Bonobo Remix)
Detachment is natural, Attachment artificial. Why pretend that happiness lies In things external to oneself? Why pretend that transient things Will remain to provide one With what is truly oneâs own? Why pretend that things seen In a dream called waking, Will even survive a simple Change of the mindâs state? Change of the mind Changes all things. What is present in one state Is absent in another. What one is attached to At one moment, One cares for not later. If one can be so detached Just by falling asleep, How much more Can one be detached If one is truly awake? Do not be afraid to let go Of a world that does not really exist. Natural it is to know happiness within. Natural it is to be detached From the transient. Natural it is to transcend The three states. Natural it is to cling not To their contents. Detached toward things and actions, Events and circumstances, Creating neither expectation nor aversion In his mind wedded to Truth, In Union only with the Self, Being-Consciossness-Bliss Absolute, The wise one abides In unwavering equanimity. Natural it is to abide With neither an âIâ to grasp Nor a thing to be grasped. Detachment is natural.
Nome (Self Knowledge)
Russell Brand dissecting the âNEWSâÂ
haunting surreal photography by photographer Silvia Grav. Check out more of her works HERE
I Believe when youâre present to the present, your presence is a present to all present. Translation: Wherever you are, be there.
Daily Mental Vitamins by Tony Brigmon (via burnt-orange-cookies)