He once saw a painting that told his Whole life story
The hidden variable that all that is is Art
And when I close my eyes, I see Eternity as a story
A God imagined the God that imagined Me
And I am God
And so on, and so on
And so on, and do on

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via purplebuddhaproject)

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via purplebuddhaproject)

awakeningapril:

All of creation is conspiring to shower us with blessings.  Life is crazily in love with us — brazenly and innocently in love with us.  The universe gives us exactly what we need, exactly when we need it.  The winds and the tides are on our side, forever and ever, amen.  The fire and rain are scheming to steal our impossible pain.  The sun and the moon and the stars remember our real names and our ancestors pray for us while we’re dreaming.  We have guardian angels and thousands of teachers, provocateurs with designs to unleash us, helpers and saviors we can’t even imagine, brothers and sisters who want us to blossom.  Thanks to them from whom the blissful blessings flow…
…WE ARE WAKING UP!

awakeningapril:

All of creation is conspiring to shower us with blessings.  Life is crazily in love with us — brazenly and innocently in love with us.  The universe gives us exactly what we need, exactly when we need it.  The winds and the tides are on our side, forever and ever, amen.  The fire and rain are scheming to steal our impossible pain.  The sun and the moon and the stars remember our real names and our ancestors pray for us while we’re dreaming.  We have guardian angels and thousands of teachers, provocateurs with designs to unleash us, helpers and saviors we can’t even imagine, brothers and sisters who want us to blossom.  Thanks to them from whom the blissful blessings flow…

WE ARE WAKING UP!

(via earthlyspirit)

One thing I’ve learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don’t feel it; there’s probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.

Norman Mailer (via wordsnquotes)

(via panatmansam)