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@thealioness
True Love
“How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.”
— Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
John O’Donohue, from “For Grief”, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
“Maharaj-ji, in my first darshan, my first meeting with him, showed me his powers. At that point I was impressed with the power. But subsequently, I realized that it was really his love that pulled me in. His love is unconditional love.” — Ram Dass
This magical being in a blanket, the love I have for thee is indescribable.
Edward Evan Evans-Pritchard, Gobi Desert, 1970.
“Occasionally the wind blows the sands of the Gobi into fantastic rolling dunes, but most of the Gobi is clay covered with yellow scrub.” https://www.instagram.com/p/CNIkOssgEVI/?igshid=1bk26lkhb8vxn
I’ve dreamt of the Gobi... even before I knew it existed.
Blessing
On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
Peace Blossom Bandit
We are the rebellion and we are the pure.
This precious life 🌸
📷 thealioness
Being comfortable with being misunderstood. game changer
🖤
If God doesn’t exist, who then created this?
📷 thealioness
Close your eyes, fall in love, stay there.
RUMI
📷 thealioness
Will I ever see you smell you taste you again?
Dreaming of far off lands...
I A L L O W R E S T to take me
[ Where I End & You Begin ]
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If I wore a tattoo
I would wear it to remind me of the impermanence of things, of life.
Like this leaf, unfurling, in the reflection of a golden sunrise.
Birthing beginnings
Offering shelter
Being of service...
A sunset. An ending.
To fall and become leaf litter.
I too will become leaf litter...
If I wore a tattoo... I would choose to remember impermanence of life.
To remember to choose love always.
Alion Ess