January 2011
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a Persian Poem
kalloukakou: ” Don’t seek to recall yesterday that is past Nor repine for tomorrow which has not yet come ; Don’t build your hopes on the past or the future , Be happy now and don’t live on wind…” The Ruba’iyat of Omar Khayyam
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“you must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
– friedrich nietzsche (via fingerbruises)
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A Guest House
crashinglybeautiful: “This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!” —Rumi Thank you, Barry @ Ox-Herding
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“When we were children, we used to think that when we grew up we would no longer...”
– Madeleine L’Engle (365daysyoga)
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“I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s...”
– Haruki Murakami  (via crashinglybeautiful)
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“Knock on the sky and listen to the sound.”
– Zen proverb (via billyjane)
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sleeping on ground up angel wings suspended in meringue
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“She became a ship passing in the night — an emblem of the loneliness of human...”
– Virginia Woolf “The Voyage Out” (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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The Storm
crashinglybeautiful: Now through the white orchard my little dog romps, breaking the new snow with wild feet. Running here running there, excited, hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins until the white snow is written upon in large, exuberant letters, a long sentence, expressing the pleasures of the body in this world. Oh, I could not have said it better - Mary Oliver From Whiskey River
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