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Posted on September 09 2010 at 12·42 PM / Permalink
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Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.
Make a new water-mark on your excitement
And love.
Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
And giving
Upon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.
Greet Yourself
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
Back home.
All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
Chatting
While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
You.
Hāfez (1325/26–1389/90) was a Persian poet.
From: ‘The Subject Tonight is Love’
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Posted on August 26 2010 at 07·35 PM / Permalink
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“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me.”—
Virginia Satir (via reluctantbuddha)
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Posted on August 25 2010 at 12·13 PM / Permalink
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Groove Theory— Tell Me
What ya’ll know about this? THROOOOOWBACK!!!
LOVE this song! an all-time fave. Amel Larrieux.
One of the best vocalists. Ever!
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Posted on May 26 2010 at 10·49 AM / Permalink
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mmm. something tells me this won’t be easy…
My heart feels visionary.
What i see - u cannot find.
The Future exists slowly,
Though He pays me no mind.
but Secrets (kept) unspoken
and Passions (gone) unheard
are the Truths left here, a’broken
and the Lyrics sung half-slurred.
Exhausting affections
and treated ever kind;
Reflecting my deflections
but the spirits still they bind.
fluidity contagious.
(Naturally & True)
thinking it degrades us -
if conscience strikes on thru…
Flirting with Disaster.
and still also with Fate -
Clinging to QuickFaster…
but really wanting Wait.
Oceanic supernovas:
glistening with charm -
Seem to panic, deep within, yet
quickly they disarm.
Delirium and Ecstasy
are really quite a pair!
Now Fading…Gone
is all my thought
With you just standing
there.
marelle
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Posted on May 11 2010 at 12·42 PM / Permalink
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Posted on March 03 2010 at 01·03 PM / Permalink
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