(Reblogged from brookelynne)
The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Wendung” (Turning-Point)
(as translated by Stephen Mitchell)
(Reblogged from liquidnight)

earth


When everyone is trying to be something, be nothing

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, “Man, what are you doin’ here?”

- B. Joel, Piano Man

There is nowhere more holy than this.

Right here is the sacred pilgrimage.


(from Radiance Sutra 51)

youaredivine:

She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oak wood, 

humming inaudibly with myriad unfolding buds. 

Meanwhile the birds of desire were asleep 

in the vast interlaced intricacy of her body.

— D. H. Lawrence,

(Reblogged from youaredivine)
(Reblogged from wbsloan)