fern and moss



The heart is an organ of perception.
Lama Surya Das (via yeshecholwa)





Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child’s blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality….I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.
Anaïs Nin

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
Sylvia Plath




Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon’s reflection. To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness. We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless. You think the shadow is the substance.
Rumi (via yeshecholwa)




What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?
Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo

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