form is emptiness and emptiness is form

"Trust the miracle of your own being. Make no divisions between the physical and the spiritual in your lifetimes, for the spiritual speaks with a physical voice and the corporeal body is the creation of the spirit."
Seth/Jane Roberts, The Nature of Personal Reality (via meditationsinwonderland)

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"There’s no such thing as ruining your
life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out."
The Undomestic Goddess, Sophie Kinsella (via creatingaquietmind)
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"Ultimately, we will lose each other
to something. I would hope for grand
circumstance—death or disaster.
But it might not be that way at all.
It might be that you walk out
one morning after making love
to buy cigarettes, and never return,
or I fall in love with another …
It might be a slow drift into indifference.
Either way, we’ll have to learn
to bear the weight of the eventuality
that we will lose each other to something.
So why not begin now, while your head
rests like a perfect moon in my lap …?
Why not reach for the seam in this …
night and tear it, just a little, so the falling
can begin? Because later, when we cross
each other on the streets, and are forced
to look away, when we’ve thrown
the disregarded pieces of our togetherness
into bedroom drawers and the smell
of our bodies is disappearing like the sweet
decay of lilies—what will we call it,
when it’s no longer love?"
Tishani Doshi, "Love Poem" (via hellanne)

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"Don’t expect anyone to understand your journey, especially if they haven’t walked your path."
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It was a colder night, but our
wishbone necks held together
against the pull. And our trembling
fingertips built a home in each other’s
stomachs with tools no one taught us
how to use throughout school. Like

how to not resist ache, like
understanding how bruised ribs can
still be sore from wars fought inside of
another that we can’t control. And yearning.
Like how all I want to do is untangle each
knot inside your spine and curve you into me
until morning’s light. Like insistence. And
grit. Like how I will hold you, even if my
hands shake. How I will hold you, especially
if my hands shake. Because on the coldest

night, across oceans,
and atop fault lines:
I will love you still.

valentina thompson,
"Epicenter Hearts" (via theseoverusedwords)

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"I got a heart full of earth and a head full of sky."
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"Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed."
Alice Walker, Living by the Word (via dreamsilver)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via beinginthisworld)

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You are a
hurricane of
a girl;

to breathe
every once

in a while,
do not drown
within your
own storm.

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