A L I O N E S S

[su-n-s-e-t]

[thealioness]

True Love

[aspiritualwarrior]

“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

[weltenwellen]

John O’Donohue, from “For Grief”, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

[aspiritualwarrior]

“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

[thealioness]

This magical being in a blanket, the love I have for thee is indescribable.

[equatorjournal]

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

[thealioness]

I’ve dreamt of the Gobi... even before I knew it existed.

[thealioness]

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

[thealioness]

Peace Blossom Bandit

[thealioness]

We are the rebellion and we are the pure.

[thealioness]

This precious life 🌸

📷 thealioness

[thealioness]

Being comfortable with being misunderstood. game changer

🖤

[thealioness]

If God doesn’t exist, who then created this?

📷 thealioness

[thealioness]

Close your eyes, fall in love, stay there.

RUMI

📷 thealioness

[thealioness]

Will I ever see you smell you taste you again?

Dreaming of far off lands...

[thealioness]

I A L L O W R E S T to take me

[mercedeswerner]

[ Where I End & You Begin ]

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[thealioness]

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