Welcome to my mind. It's not a safe place. Follow me or be lost. ...What the fuck was I thinking?
Bill Hicks
the sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing.
Montag, 31. Dezember 2012
Sonntag, 30. Dezember 2012
Samstag, 29. Dezember 2012
Freitag, 28. Dezember 2012
"Ah, world, what lessons you
prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now of grief,
and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous
and noble things. I want to be light and
frolicsome.
I want to be improbably
beautiful and afraid of
nothing,
as though I had wings."
prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now of grief,
and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous
and noble things. I want to be light and
frolicsome.
I want to be improbably
beautiful and afraid of
nothing,
as though I had wings."
- Mary Oliver, Starlings in Winter
I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate questions and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.
I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.
Donnerstag, 27. Dezember 2012
Mittwoch, 26. Dezember 2012
Dienstag, 25. Dezember 2012
When darkness falls
And surrounds you
When you fall down
When you're scared, and you're lost
Be brave
I'm, coming to hold you now
When all your strength has gone
And you feel wrong
Like your life has slipped away
Follow me, you can follow me
And I, I will not desert you now
When your fire has died out
No ones there, they have left you for dead
Follow me, you can follow me
I will keep you safe
Follow me, you can follow
I will protect you.
Ooo, I wont let them, harm, harm you
Ooo, when, when your heart is breaking
You can follow me, you can follow me
I will always keep you safe
Follow me, you can trust in me
I will always protect you, love
And surrounds you
When you fall down
When you're scared, and you're lost
Be brave
I'm, coming to hold you now
When all your strength has gone
And you feel wrong
Like your life has slipped away
Follow me, you can follow me
And I, I will not desert you now
When your fire has died out
No ones there, they have left you for dead
Follow me, you can follow me
I will keep you safe
Follow me, you can follow
I will protect you.
Ooo, I wont let them, harm, harm you
Ooo, when, when your heart is breaking
You can follow me, you can follow me
I will always keep you safe
Follow me, you can trust in me
I will always protect you, love
Montag, 24. Dezember 2012
Sonntag, 23. Dezember 2012
Samstag, 22. Dezember 2012
Freitag, 21. Dezember 2012
Donnerstag, 20. Dezember 2012
Mittwoch, 19. Dezember 2012
Dienstag, 18. Dezember 2012
Montag, 17. Dezember 2012
"Of whom and of what indeed can I say: ‘I know that!’ This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. I can sketch one by one all the aspects it is able to assume, all those likewise that have been attributed to it, this upbringing, this origin, this ardor or these silences, this nobility or this vileness. But aspects cannot be added up. This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth."
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
Sonntag, 16. Dezember 2012
These are Purple Crowned Fairy Wren ~
The "Purple/Crown Chakra" resonates with the color violet, which is the color that has the highest frequency in the visible light spectrum. Since the crown chakra color is so high in the frequency spectrum, it is believed to be the chakra that helps you to connect with the divine energies of the universe.
The "Purple/Crown Chakra" resonates with the color violet, which is the color that has the highest frequency in the visible light spectrum. Since the crown chakra color is so high in the frequency spectrum, it is believed to be the chakra that helps you to connect with the divine energies of the universe.
Donnerstag, 13. Dezember 2012
…You need to use inference and experience to reach the certainty that
any sense of absolute anything is only relative, and that anything you
can sense at all is only relative. This is to realize the equivalence of
voidness and relativity, no longer looking for an absolute void beyond
the world, no longer depreciating the relative world as lacking ultimate
value. You integrate this certainty into your daily experience by a
twofold process. You let experience affirm absolute voidness, knowing
that anything you can experience is relative and void of intrinsic
identity. And you let absolute voidness affirm your relative experience,
since knowing a thing’s voidness makes its relative presence undeniably
important. From there on it is a matter of deepening this realization
by pushing it inward, to overlay your instinctual misknowledge that
still habitually gives you a feeling of an enduring hard-core identity.
The more you can bear down through focused concentration on this
specific identity feeling, the more free you will become. This is where
meditation is really needed: after you have a sound realization. This is
where you realize how deep your instincts go.
- The Tibetan Art of Dying Excerpt p.62, The Tibetan Book of the Dead
Mittwoch, 12. Dezember 2012
Montag, 10. Dezember 2012
“Admit it.
You aren’t like them.
You’re not even close.
You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences.
For every time you say club pass words like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”.
Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle.
Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence.
Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected.
Find the others.”
You aren’t like them.
You’re not even close.
You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences.
For every time you say club pass words like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”.
Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle.
Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence.
Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected.
Find the others.”
-Tim Leary
Donnerstag, 6. Dezember 2012
Mittwoch, 5. Dezember 2012
Dienstag, 4. Dezember 2012
Montag, 3. Dezember 2012
Sonntag, 2. Dezember 2012
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