Posted 2 weeks ago
pieces, distraction, etc.: I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each...
I am not lazy.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
Not lazy.
When a lazy man, they say,
looks toward heaven,
the angels close the windows.
Posted 4 weeks ago
Posted 1 month ago
Before you speak ask yourself: Is it kind, is it necessary, it is true, does it improve upon the silence?
Shirdi Sai Baba (via howlsamesame)
(Source: hip-)
Posted 1 month ago
Posted 1 month ago
Yesterday they were denticulate as dandelion greens, they
locked together in spokes and fell so weightlessly
I thought of best friends holding hands.
And then of mating hawks that soar into the air to link their claws
and somersault down, separating just before they touch the ground.
Sometimes the snowflakes glitter, it’s more like tinkling
than snow, it never strikes, and I want to be struck, that is
I want to know what to do. I begin enthusiastically,
I go in a hurry, I fall pell-mell down a hill, like a ball of yarn’s
unraveling trajectory—down and away but also surprising ricochets
that only after seem foretold. Yesterday I took a walk because
I wanted to be struck, and what happened was
an accident: a downy clump floated precisely in my eye.
The lashes clutched it close, melting it against the eye’s hot surface.
And like the woman talking to herself in an empty church
who eventually realizes she is praying, I walked home with eyes that melted snow.
Posted 1 month ago
If you have found your truth within yourself there is nothing more in this whole existence to find.
Osho (via aleabech)
(Source: yogachocolatelove)
