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Your flow isn’t a thing, it’s a growth, a blossoming, a blooming of yourself, and oneness with your circle. Your hoop stops becoming an object and instead is thought of as a force of energy. This force of energy can be twisted, turned, flipped, spun, and rolled, in any direction you choose; the possibilities are nearly infinite. Realizing that – wether you do 50 or 5 different tricks in your session – it’s different every single time, because you let it happen instead of forcing it: THAT IS FLOW! There’s no room for frustration or sadness, because there cannot be mistakes, only feeling. And FEELING is driven by passion and emotion. it cannot be faked, it cannot be practiced, it cannot be forced. You literally lose your mind, there are no thoughts, you just EXIST! This plastic circle spinning around you, and you just EXIST! There is sound, and light, and YOU, and in that moment YOU JUST EXIST!
erbodyloveslucy (via ravedm)
According to the teachings of the Buddha, life is comparable to a river. It is a progressive moment, a successive series of different moments, joining together to give the impression of one continuous flow. It moves from cause to cause, effect to effect, one point to another, one state of existence to another, giving an outward impression that it is one continuous and unified movement, where as in reality it is not. The river of yesterday is not the same as the river of today. The river of this moment is not going to be the same as the river of the next moment. So does life. It changes continuously, becomes something or the other from moment to moment.
Difficult things provoke all your irritations and bring your habitual patterns to the surface. And that becomes the moment of truth. You have the choice to launch into your lousy habitual patterns, or to stay with the rawness and discomfort of the situation and let it transform you.
Pema Chödrön (via stardust-seedling)
If we could see our thoughts.
#bitsofconsciousness #consciousness #thoughts #mind #mindfulness #energy #reality #truth #meditation #awakening #3rdeye #loa #goodvibes #zen #universe #pinealgland #oneness #yoga #spirituality #successful #happiness #art #artist #writer #knowledge #vibration #journey #explore #om #determination
Human beings are made of water–- we were not designed to hold ourselves together rather run freely like oceans like rivers
Beau Taplin, Hunting Season (via fragilis)
It’s like you’re gone but I can still feel your prescence here. Your name seems to echo through my mind after every word I hear. Maybe I’m just crazy but I swear you’re the reason my worries have disappeared. I find myself getting lost inside my mind, it’s almost like a game. Being so god damn lost yet so comfortably found is a chaos that will surely destroy my brain. I want to wake up out of this daze, but it feels like home when my mind dreams of your voice calling my name.
i wonder what this 200 year old salamander thinks about
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logarithmic growth, sketch with ink&watercolors/paper by Rafael Araujo website - facebook
Made this so if I ever feel bad, I can look at this to brighten up my day. ^_^
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I knew that I had come face to face with someone whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via wordsnquotes)