An Australian artist created a giant hot air Blue...
All Alone In An Empty House by Lost In The Trees... →
krappfactory: I’m weak-kneed and brainless
ODE TO MY SOCKS
Mara Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder’s hands, two socks as soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as if they were two cases knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin, Violent socks, my feet were two fish made of wool, two long sharks sea blue, shot through by one golden thread, two immense blackbirds, two cannons, my feet were honored...
In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.– May Sarton (via theparisreview)
To know yourself is to forget yourself
We might think that knowing ourselves is a very ego-centered thing, but by beginning to look clearly and honestly at ourselves, we begin to dissolve the walls that separate us from others. The journey of awakening happens just at the place where we can’t get comfortable. Opening to discomfort is the basis of transmuting our so-called negative feelings. We somehow want to get rid of our...
Notes for Canto CXX
I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made. ~ Ezra Pound
What is true mindfulness?
Meditation isn’t really about getting rid of thoughts, it’s about changing the pattern of grasping on to things, which in our everyday experience is our thoughts. The thoughts are fine if they are seen as transparent, but we get so caught up judging thoughts as right or wrong, for and against, yes and no, needing it to be this way and not that way. And even that might be okay except...
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atomicbellybutton: I think a post-gym burrito is going to be my new Thing. I’ve been doing a post yoga ice cream cone. It’s so satisfying!
To the bullied and the beautiful →
This is beautiful.
A Disillusionment of Ten O'clock
The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, an old sailor, Drunk and asleep in his boots, Catches Tigers In red weather. ~ Wallace...