Everything is Real Except God and Death
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8 months ago on September 04, 2011 at 10:42pm
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perpetually fluctuating soul cannibal with conflicting desires and a colossal lack of motivation.
Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.
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1 month ago on April 16, 2012 at 06:47am
Had I not known
that I was dead
already
I would have mourned
my loss of life.
Stabbed while bathing, Ota Dokan (1432-86), a scholar of military arts and a poet, was fatally wounded. He calmly recited this tanka (a short form of Japanese death-poem) while clutching the murder weapon while it was still sheathed in his body! (via nirvikalpa)
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4 months ago on January 27, 2012 at 03:15pm
In reality there are no others, and by helping yourself you help everybody else.
~Nisargadatta Maharaj (via iheartloons)
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9 months ago on August 30, 2011 at 10:52pm
Moth: I gave you my life.
Flame: I allowed you to kiss me.
Hazrat Inayat Khan (via breannaarchuleta)
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9 months ago on August 09, 2011 at 08:44pm
Lord Narasimha or Nrusimha, whose name literally translates from Sanskrit as “Man-lion”, is an avatar of Lord Vishnu described in the Puranas, Upanishads and other ancient religious texts of Hinduism. He is known primarily as the ‘Great Protector’ who specifically defends and protects his devotees in times of need.
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9 months ago on August 07, 2011 at 06:05pm
The End of the World As I Want It
O GOD OF THE END OF THE WORLD, I am afraid to take you seriously; tell me you’re only kidding, show me how to be a greater fool than I already am by making me laugh at death without forgetting my mortality.
O GODDESS OF BEAUTY IS BETTER THAN TRUTH, I am embarrassed by my need to be right all the time. Send me your most gorgeous drop-dead image, The Mother of All Visions, the vision that outgrows and destroys all other visions including itself, so I can see through myself when I am lying.
O WRATHFUL DEITIES OF DOOMSAYING EVANGELICALS & DOGMATIC LITTLE BIGOTS, I am bored to tears with my intolerances. Grant me the enchantment to be entertained by the hidden pixie agendas behind all dreamy, dismal grey-faced warnings so I can stop taking myself more seriously than the life I am actually living.
O DEMIGOD OF POETIC TERRORISM, I am utterly and royally confused. Make me go crazy in the name of Creation, not Destruction, so I may freely sabotage the literalist virus immobilizing my imagination and learn to incite riots in the minds asleep to your splendor and glory.
O GODS AND GODDESSES OF EVERYBODY’S HOLY GUARDIAN ANGEL, I am fucked up beyond all recognition. Trick me into not knowing whether I am really a good person or a really bad person. Give me the wisdom to never believe my own PR and what other people think of me, no matter how much money they pay me. Deepen my gratitude for being a nobody in a world of wannabe somebodies and other hungry ghosts, so I can be touched in the head by your benevolence and tell your truths without wanting credit.
- AHMEN and AH!WOMAN!from The Eight-Circuit Brain
Antero Alli
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9 months ago on August 06, 2011 at 09:59pm