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poortaste: Do not look directly at it.

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 14:44:26 -0600

Do not look directly at it.

americansatori: misstugui: ephebe: It is said that Sufis were...

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 14:36:19 -0600

misstugui:

ephebe:

It is said that Sufis were in a position to separate parts of their souls from their bodies and allow these parts to assume animal form: here, a female figure shoots at a bird, hits it, and in so doing, injures the poet Baba Taher in the arm via Quantara.de

She Responded

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 14:36:00 -0600

americansatori:

crashinglybeautiful:

The birds’ favorite songs
You do not hear,

For their most flamboyant music takes place
When their wings are stretched
Above the trees

And they are smoking the opium
Of pure freedom.

It is healthy for the prisoner
To have faith

That one day he will again move about
Wherever he wants,
Feel the wondrous grit of life -
Less structured,

Find all wounds, debts stamped canceled,
Paid.

I once asked a bird,
“How is it that you fly in this gravity
Of darkness?”

She responded,

“Love lifts
Me.”

- Hafiz

From THE GIFT: POEMS BY HAFIZ THE GREAT SUFI MASTER, translated by Daniel Landinsky (New York: Penguin Books, 1999)

(via: Intense City)

“One day, someone showed me a glass of water that was half...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 13:10:23 -0600

“One day, someone showed me a glass of water that was half full. And he said, ‘Is it half full or half empty?’ So I drank the water. No more problem.” — Alejandro Jodorowsky

yvynyl: Robbie Basho: Bonn 1st Supreme Live at the Kulturforum,...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 12:51:26 -0600

yvynyl:

Robbie Basho: Bonn 1st Supreme

Live at the Kulturforum, Bonn, Germany, November 24, 1980.

(via naturalismo)

Deleuze on Drugs

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 12:03:35 -0600

thisworldwemustleave:

pareidoliac:

Two things must be distinguished, abstractly: the domain of vital experimentation, and the domain of deadly experimentation. Vital experimentation occurs when any trial grabs you, takes control of you, establishing more and more connections, and opens you to connections. This kind of experiment can entail a kind of self-destruction. It can take place with companion or starter products: tobacco, alcohol, drugs. It is not suicidal as long as the destructive flow is not reduced to itself but serves to conjugate other flows, whatever the danger.

The suicidal enterprise occurs when everything is reduced to this flow alone: ‘my’ hit, ‘my’ trip, ‘my’ glass. It is the contrary of connection; it is organized disconnection. Instead of a ‘motif’ that serves real themes and activities, it is a simple, flat development like a stereotypical plot where the drug is for the drug’s sake. And it makes for a stupid suicide.

Gilles Deleuze :: Two Questions on Drugs :: Two Regimes of Madness

mmm, deleuze.

sarahrosemary: theworldpulse: another sarah, i just spent...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 11:00:33 -0600

sarahrosemary:

theworldpulse:

another

sarah, i just spent some time delighting in the holga photos on yr flickr. rad stuff. makes me want to grab our diana and head out into the skyflakes! how’s mpls treating thee this morning? be warm, be well.

paul

mystic-lady: crashinglybeautiful: (via oceanofmind) sweet i...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 10:39:14 -0600

mystic-lady:

crashinglybeautiful:

(via oceanofmind)

sweet i get to reblog three of my favorite tumblrs in one click. :)

crashinglybeautiful: forgottencorners: From meadowdoe and...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 09:53:55 -0600

crashinglybeautiful:

forgottencorners:

From meadowdoe and endofmarch

so suddenly excited for friday potluck joyjam at victor’s...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 09:53:03 -0600

so suddenly excited for friday potluck joyjam at victor’s gonna make a rapturebatch of my alchemical chili and bring my loop/n/delay pedals and my heart blown wide open and burn a budos band disc for the inevitable dance party. ohhhhh hearts quaking, hips shaking, gonna make our souls sweat! OM

constantflux: orison (via [s e l v i n]) // PHOTO CONTENT:...

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 14:33:34 -0600

constantflux:

orison (via [s e l v i n])

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Ram Dass and Matthew Fox in conversation about the role of the...

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 13:36:55 -0600

Ram Dass and Matthew Fox in conversation about the role of the artist in society, community, education, spirituality - good stuff.

Shiva & Parvati

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 13:03:14 -0600

Shiva & Parvati

these bearded depictions of Lord Shiva are seemingly rare to...

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:57:52 -0600

these bearded depictions of Lord Shiva are seemingly rare to come across, but i’ve found another!

Annapurna, you are the beloved power, the shakti of Shiva. You...

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 09:03:42 -0600

Annapurna, you are the beloved power, the shakti of Shiva. You are fullness and have manifested yourself as this food. Mother of the universe, nourish us with this gift of food so that we may gain knowledge and spiritual perfection. Parvati is my mother, Shiva is my father, All of God’s devotees are my family.

-meal prayer by Adi Shankara

applepiechucker: I want to go to India

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 08:29:53 -0600

applepiechucker:

I want to go to India

(via oceanofmind) OM NAMAH SHIVAYA! OM NAMAH SHIVAYA! OM NAMAH...

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 08:27:54 -0600

(via oceanofmind)

OM NAMAH SHIVAYA!

"84 Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the..."

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:20:19 -0600

“

Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the
autumn clouds followed by the swift chasing sun.
The bees forget to sip their honey; drunken with light they
foolishly hover and hum.
The ducks in the islands of the river clamour in joy for mere
nothing.
Let none go back home, brothers, this morning, let none go to
work.
Let us take the blue sky by storm and plunder space as we run.
Laughter floats in the air like foam on the flood.
Brothers, let us squander our morning in futile songs.

”

- excerpted from Rabindranath Tagore’s The Gardener (1915), the whole of which i just finished reading aloud. OM, Tagore speaks the soul.

12 If you would be busy and fill your pitcher, come, O come to...

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 20:46:40 -0600

If you would be busy and fill your pitcher, come, O come to my
lake.
The water will cling round your feet and babble its secret.
The shadow of the coming rain is on the sands, and the clouds
hang low upon the blue lines of the trees like the heavy hair
above your eyebrows.
I know well the rhythm of your steps, they are beating in my
heart.
Come, O come to my lake, if you must fill your pitcher.

If you would be idle and sit listless and let your pitcher float
on the water, come, O come to my lake.
The grassy slope is green, and the wild flowers beyond number.
Your thoughts will stray out of your dark eyes like birds from
their nests.
Your veil will drop to your feet.
Come, O come to my lake if you must sit idle.

If you would leave off your play and dive in the water, come, O
come to my lake.
Let your blue mantle lie on the shore; the blue water will cover
you and hide you.
The waves will stand a-tiptoe to kiss your neck and whisper in
your ears.
Come, O come to my lake, if you would dive in the water.

If you must be mad and leap to your death, come, O come to my
lake.
It is cool and fathomlessly deep.
It is dark like a sleep that is dreamless.
There in its depths nights and days are one, and songs are
silence.
Come, O come to my lake, if you would plunge to your death.

"To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes..."

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:48:59 -0600

“To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally, one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one’s mind and the psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use.”

- Anais Nin (via oceanofmind)