wake up

[panatmansam]

Those who know don’t talk. Those who talk don’t know. Close your mouth, block off your senses, blunt your sharpness, untie your knots, soften your glare, settle your dust. This is the primal identity. Be like the Tao. It can’t be approached or withdrawn from, benefited or harmed, honored or brought into disgrace. It gives itself up continually. That is why it endures.

Tao Te Ching (via panatmansam)

[wakeupm]

love is the every only god who  spoke  this  earth  so  glad  and  big even  a  thing  all  small  and  sad man,may  his  mighty  fortress  dig for  love  beginning  means  return seas  who  could  sing  so  deep  and  strong one  queerying  wave  will  whitely  yearn from  each  last  shore  and  home  come  young so  truly  perfectly  the  skies by  merciful  love  whispered  were, completes  its  brightness  with  your  eyes any  illimitable  star

ee cummings

[cosasbonitas]

[wakeupm]

we can never be born enough

e.e. cummings

[kathleentom-deactivated20200903]

[wakeupm]

#anaisnin

[jeremykoreski]

[wakeupm]

(Who: Loves; Creates, Imagines) OPENS

-e.e. cummings

[delta-breezes]

[peachpitgirl]

Ram Dass

[nevver]

Octavio Paz

[fernsandmoss]

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

Pablo Neruda (via fernsandmoss)

[cosasbonitas]

Mimi McCormick

[fernsandmoss]

in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find) and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me,remember me

E.E. Cummings (via fernsandmoss)

[rscottmunro-deactivated20200714]

Every year we get a little older. How you choose to celebrate is up to you. Take the birthday challenge. Writer Brendan Leonard delivers a dedication to the joys – both big and small. 

[sunlightthroughwater]

To move Cleanly. Needing to be Nowhere else. Wanting nothing From any store. To lift something You already had And set it down in A new place. Awakened eye Seeing freshly. What does that do to The old blood moving through Its channels?

~  Naomi Shihab Nye, “Fresh” (via sunlightthroughwater)

[vagabondedlife]

Love is the One who masters all things; I am mastered totally by Love. By my passion of love for Love I have ground sweet as sugar. O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you; How could I know where I will be blown next? Whoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny Reveals himself a liar and a fool; What is any of us but a straw in a storm? How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane? God is working everywhere his massive Resurrection; How can we pretend to act on our own? In the hand of Love I am like a cat in a sack; Sometimes Love hoists me into the air, Sometimes Love flings me into the air, Love swings me round and round His head; I have no peace, in this world or any other. The lovers of God have fallen in a furious river; They have surrendered themselves to Love’s commands. Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night, Constantly turning and turning, and crying out.

Rumi (via vagabondedlife)

[transparent-flowers]

Indian Lotus, also Nelumbo nucifera.