“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”
—James Baldwin
March 2012
“When you run after your thoughts, you are like a dog chasing a stick. Every time a stick is thrown, you run after it. Instead, be like a lion who, rather than chasing after the stick, turns to face the thrower. One only throws a stick at a lion once.”
—Milarepa
follow me back pleaseX
“In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs and the floor dances.”
—Rumi
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Once We All Agree
James Blake
James Blake, Once We All Agree
The Sagittarian in me is in full force today, there is a full moon coming up, and so is my ovary goddess. Oh, the way things work out.
Satellites crash-landed to Earth, one after the other. Pieces began to crumble. My eyes were sharp but they came at such a speed who knew where they were going to land. Tanks started pouring in, taking out anyone who wasn’t government. It looked like something from a history text book. Destruction, I held hands with anyone who was around me. We got away, but the next town was turning into the same thing. No one let go of anyone’s hand. We got away, next town to next town to next town, we crossed bridges, hide under already destructed buildings. I cried once and someone told me this was how it was supposed to be. I said it didn’t have to be this way and their words were skewed in static.
“You are the luminous mystery in which the entire universe with its forms and phenomena arises and subsides. When this realization dawns there is a complete transformation of your personal self into your universal self … the complete loss of all fear, including death. You have become a being who radiates love the same way the sun radiates light. You have finally arrived at the place from which your journey began.”
—Deepak Chopra
“True alchemy lies in this formula: your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse.”
—Arthur Rimbaud
“Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.”
—Hafiz
let’s fuck in the womb of the forest
“The oppressed are allowed once every few years to decide which particular representatives of the oppressing class are to represent and repress them.”
—Karl Marx
