In which she's inspired by everything she sees, everyone she meets.
[*none of this is mine unless otherwise stated]
Put aside your clever schemes!
O lover, be mindless! Become mad!
Dive into the heart of the flame!
Become fearless! Be like a moth!
Turn away from the self
and tear down the house!
Then, come and dwell in the house of love!
Be a lover! Live with lovers!
Clean your chest from all hostility.
Wash it seven times.
Then, fill it with the wine of love!
Be a chalice for love! Be a chalice!
You must be all love
to be worthy of the beloved.
When going to the gathering of drunks,
be a drunk! Become drunk!
The earring of the lovely ones
is intimate with beauty!
If you long for love’s intimacy,
be a precious pearl. Be a pearl!
If your soul is lifted to heaven
when you hear this song,
dissolve in the melody of love.
Be a love song! Be a song!
Don’t dread the darkness of denial.
Be the radiance of creative power.
Be the light! Be a haven of the spirit!
Be a haven of light! Be a haven!
Your thought takes a course
dragging you in its wake.
Move beyond thought!
Let your heart lead! Be the leader!
Passion and caprice
are locks leashing our hearts.
Become the key to the locks!
Open your heart! Be the key!
The light of the Chosen One
made a pillar moan!
You are surely more than a post!
Yearn for love! Be the moaning!
—Rumi
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
—Anais Nin (via kari-shma)
I saw you almost immediately and tried to make my move. You were beautiful. Eyes more beautiful than a tinfoil wrapped Cancun super burrito and skin graffitied like a side street mural. I would go vegan, fair-trade, local, organic for you.
Love proudly. Let it burn anything between you.
Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.
— Christopher McCandless (Into the Wild)
(Source: mephiticsoul)
The Invitation
It does not interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing
It does not interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive
It does not interest me what planets are squaring your moon
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful and wild and gentle
to remember the limitations of being human
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and faithful
and therefore trustworthy
I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not beautiful
see it every minute of every day
And if you can source your own life
from its presence
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes”
It does not interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments
It does not interest me who you know
or how you came to be here
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire with me
and never shrink back
-Oriah
Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.
—Osho (via nirvikalpa)
