Orion & Co

i am made of the universe, tiny stars reside inside of me and i will endeavour to let me shine... words, poems and thoughts about me, by me and for me. stay and enjoy the tea...

[entheognosis]

When you recognize that there is a voice in your head that pretends to be you and never stops speaking, you are awakening out of your unconscious identification with the stream of thinking. When you notice that voice, you realize that who you are is not the voice - the thinker - but the one who is aware of it.

Eckhart Tolle

[talonabraxas]

“I am no longer the wave of consciousness thinking itself separated from the sea of cosmic consciousness. I am the ocean of Spirit that has become the wave of human life.” — Paramahansa Yogananda

Celestial LSD Wave

[fille--de--joies]

Insurrection

You thought I was dead

I'm sorry my pleas

Weren't loud enough

For your deafness.

And now

That I'm too

Boisterous to mute,

You collapse the roof

On my desperation.

You thought I was dead

I'm sorry my blood

Wasn't red enough

For your colorblindness.

And now

That I'm too

Vivid to tarnish

You soak your hands

In victimization.

You thought I was dead

I'm sorry my rage

Wasn't blazing enough

For your smoke detectors.

And now

That I'm too

Aflame to smother,

You cut my jugular,

Afraid of a mere

Respiration.

You thought I was dead

I'm sorry I'm not.

You see I still breathe;

I am the radiant fallout

Of your alienation.

✒️ F. J.

[sacredworkinprogress]

I finally found a way

I finally had a how

I was on a roll

Then I remembered

The

Damn

Washing.

[sandy-days-and-sun-rays]

[sacredworkinprogress]

I’m blue

I’m blue

Not like the sky on a good day

I’m blue like the sea

Sometimes

Murky when the waves crash

Crystal clear when I’m calm

Not like the deepest waters that are mystical

I’m blue like the shallows that cover your toes

I’m blue like the cold you can’t see

I’m blue like a wide, long wall, all one colour

This one is 283

[sacredworkinprogress]

So I found myself a writing prompt recently it’s been really fun!

Some of them have been easier than others, some I’ve rewritten a few times until I was happy with it and others really took a lot of thought...

Here’s to some mediocre at best writing... 🍻

[sacredworkinprogress]

[qvotable]

“It’s so hard to leave- until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.”

— John Green // Paper Towns

[frofc]

we are nothing

more

than a tiny

something

finding our way

through

a very big

everything

[sacredworkinprogress]

I wish I could muse

I wish I could write about soft sunlight

And

Light breezes

But instead I feel so confused because I want to write about pain and hurt and loss and grief and tremendously overwhelmingly complex human things that just take up too much space in my head

Maybe I’ll start

[sacredworkinprogress]

So glad I've got this space to write

[frofc]

Let’s walk

to the horizon

that imaginary line

between sea

and sky

let’s walk through

late spring

and it’s tired blossom

at our feet

we’ll make polite

conversation

while we dream of

bare hips 

and wet lips

and the music

we intend to make 

[danger]

[wnq-writers]

Dear bitter heart,I think it’s time you move out. I put your clothes in a bag on the porch. I’m sorry if it rains, but maybe the water will wash clean everything we said and didn’t mean.

prairiebones  (via wordsnquotes)

[goodreadss]

Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life (via goodreadss)

[sacredworkinprogress]

I need you now more than ever I've only realised too late