Quote of this Moment: Messenger

Integration is a lives-long process that involves the discernment, analysis, then synthesis of the inevitably accumulated experience of interaction between You and the Other.

Love.
MAR..

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I just had really existential/zen implosion over my habit of skateboarding.

I skateboard because I am not frightened of dying. I skateboard because I am deeply, deeply (deeper than) human.

Interesting.


And I am not frightened of dying, anytime will do....

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“If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life - and only then will I be free to become myself.”

Breathe Breadth

 "‎Wholeness and longing are as common as breath, so much a part of the fabric of our being they often remain unseen. They meet us everywhere, setting direction, not detail. All we do is answer their call. The shapes we build about them become a life lived, unique in time."
                                                        - Michael Bratnick

Hubris and A Quote

In the shower, flowered, with this little line...

 "The Universe puts certain people in your life to teach you invaluable lessons; it doesn't necessarily mean you get to sleep with all of them."

                                                 -M .A. R

And another, in skies, with feelings occupied...

 "There's a degree of certainty in not giving a fuck."

Loving the Little Person Inside You

I feel as if my intuition is that of the universe's, and I feel that I am unraveling it slowly. What I mean to say is, I feel that I am growing in my capacity to intuit. 

I notion now, instead of feel, that this is because of paradoxical phenomenon I observe. 

Surrender to obtain.

Orange-red sand through your fingers. But in a way that now sleeps the whole desert between your toes. 

The cognition and the ego, creating static in the carpet shuffle of the analytic life. Why? Look up and breathe without thought for awhile; it is from up there that lightning comes.

 

 I am brought to a state of syrup sweet delirium when I watch trees dance in the wind on Hogwarts thee Second Universe-ity. And everywhere, really. The notions are gone, of maniac or of saniac...

it doesn't matter anymore, the labels, the value-judgements. I am more entranced by things that be.

Like birds, dragonflies and the black-and-orange bug that pooped on my thumb in the art quad today.

Things that be. Things that be-come. Todos, all of it. And we are so lucky to be surrounded by and inside and outside of a great teacher, the greatest teacher. . .

The answer belongs to breath and thoughtlessness.

And always, remember, to laugh.

Said defecating bug, Sir Poopy Thorax; A Multicolored Asian Lady Beetle Larva

(so cute!)

I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish.

— Simone de Beauvoir

There is nothing more tedious, puerile, and inhumane than love; yet it is also beautiful and necessary.

— Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

Notions of Anti-Notions, what? 

LOVE.
M .A. R

The Sea of Bitterness

I was the Wished for child.
If there ever were a poem...this'd be it:


The Sea of Bitterness

Over the sea of bitterness resides
the deepest of blue skies, so deep
that the tongue of the angels is lost
within its reflection of the waves

that sing softly to the sparrows
who fly beneath the sun

I wish to meet you
I shall meet you
I wish to meet you

upon some distant shore.






   
 


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Maktub.
If I only knew...


Love,

M .A. R

Obrigada.

Soon the child's dear eyes

 become clouded by ideas and opinions, preconceptions and abstractions;

simple free being becomes encrusted by a

 burdensome armor of the ego.

Not until years later does

 an instinct come that a

 vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn.

The sun glints through the pines,

and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain,

like a distant memory of paradise.

After that day,

we become seekers.

Peter Matthiesson

Quote es of the Daze

ON TIME:

"Time is a pond to which one's hand can delve in, to which one's fingers can play an active measure; in infinite capacities, in all moments of all times."

ON ASTROLOGY:

"My terrestrial destiny shines like insane diamonds in the blanketed above. The codes of my path are painted in the constant elated moment; the land knows the electric constellation. The matrix loves me, and winks me my short plug movement." 

ON INTUITION:

"The opening of a lost lidded glass of looking; the bridge atop the pyramid."