War-Words: Picture Frame in My Mind’s Eye. {poetry}
The war is over or is it? Do I know you as a dirty innocent thing yet? A discarded soft child forgotten by your god? A picture frame made of wilted flowers?
Browsing Tag:
beauty
Things I’ve Learned of Love as a Seven Enneagram.
In love relationships, imagination dominates reality to the point of being indistinguishable. This results in confusing, crazy-making connections.
Moving On: The Harsh Paves the Way for Beauty.
We have to be willing to take it all. To know that we can survive the harsh, and that it paves the way for even more beauty.
5 Lessons From The Dragonfly.
A dragonfly can fly forwards, backwards, up, down, and hover... The dragonfly knows what we learn: the path will never be linear. It isn’t supposed to be.
Dear Scale, It’s Been Years.
I was wearied from waiting for you to come around. And tired... of allowing what you said to control the course of my days, my weeks, my months and years.
Retreating to Remember.
I retreat to the woods to remember... that the love we all deserve and the light that we already are is always within us, waiting to be remembered.
Let Go Of Fear: I Didn’t Want to Be a Body, I Wanted to Be a Mind.
All you have to do is look at your body, which is the same substance as the entire universe and all things beautiful and holy.
The Art of the Broken.
Without you, we never would’ve known what beauty there is in 'broken', or what 'broken' is to beauty. How one can only exist without the other for so long.
Broken Beauty. {poetry}
Everything blending together
Giving the illusion of emotional stability and beauty...
I’m expressing how broken and in shambles my heart’s in
Lay Bare Your Sea Glass Heart.
You’ll see that your sea glass heart is perfect the way it is, that nothing else would ever fit the shape you’ve left for it in your hollowed-out center.
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-mia3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=q0cjb3e5pcIAX_CgkgG&oh=86363c86736f45bfe53c2bbf537ea326&oe=5EAF15D8 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
