(via transylvanianmisanthropy)

(via transylvanianmisanthropy)
As a flower opens during the day and coils during the night, without a sun or moon, I become erratic. The flower would no longer follow its innate pattern of balance, for to do so in itself would be imbalance. Webbed together, the flower and the sun cease to exist without each other.
Space and emptiness. Male and female.
And energy channels within our own selves do the same. We must learn the equilibrium of giving and receiving. Opening our own selves at the right time and closing them respectively. We seem to have forgotten how to follow the light. We move but we do not grow.
Remember, do not morph so that people accept you. “Your playing small does not serve the world.”
Ground yourself and sky yourself.
Pyramids and other funny things.
Inside the big ocean. Take things as they arise. Trust your roots (inside yourself, inside the world). You are brave, beautiful and strong, But use your compost wisely. Grow and celebrate your non toothache. Let go of all your cows.
Be. Be. Be. Be. Smile, go cross eyed and push your elbows. Neurospark. Electrifying. Activities that bring you up.
Form picking up light. I feel like yellow. Dreamers team. Let your rest release you and escape a false ego.
Low level screening. I don’t know what it feels like to walk above solid ground. No one ever really touches anything.
Through all the sinking, I couldn’t even begin to dream of the place I couldn’t see. I felt some sort of sear, ripped at the seams, masquerading as one.
And it hooked me to each thread of my hollow support. Every twist or turn magnified a hundred fold. Each time only rising to fall null again. Some sort of duality taunting me from the sidelines. (Every time you turn away, the pull that turns you back again grows weaker.)
To all my fellow fringe dwellers; become meticulous. To the heart in my tin shack; become disciplined.
By doing things as they arise, we ensure that they do not grow stale as we do.
Draw upon everything within you. Like a flimsy oak shaking a gale; your roots tie you to the world in solid hold.
“People do anything to keep from discovering who they really are don’t they.”
Move your body. Still your mind. Breathe. Gently and fill.
Flower, fresh. Mountain, solid. Water, still. Space, free.
Maybe this, with invigoration and a clear mind is higher. No wonder you feel distanced, you’re above what you used to be.
Years of reshaping myself means that I know the way that different shapes begin to form. It needs to be heavy hearted, then I can rest both ways.
Ever feel like evergreen. Every good looking twist or turn.
Cynicism is the unbalance of understanding and acceptance. Not passive acceptance but genuine.
The patterns engraved on the seats that keep us stationary,
We are not meant to be repetitive or mundane.

I knew how this would taste.
False idols mirror the stratosphere.
Excitement-> make your energy channels and dormant neurons activate and blood, flow. There is a science that no one knows about; it exists in the unity of sound, heat and light.
Vibrations; Adjust them, Tune them. Unify them with things that are real.
Be by yourself. Be with others. There is nothing left but action. I am a different person after having myself ripped open. Notice details. Lighten weight. Be real.
Cyclic nuances.
Reflect only to consolidate how far you’ve come. Shed the past demons. Think only of the future in terms of realism. Do not live in fear. Always plunge to be immersed. Immerse to be alive.
Seek guidance from everything around you, but retain your own head.
Question everything, but accept everyone. Spill yourself, give everything away. Nothing is yours to begin with. Accept that everything is.
Of course you are real.
Figuring out a different route.
They say the only predictable thing in life is the reaction of atoms. But that is everything. Nothing is predictable because every single predetermination ever stems from the first reaction. That is intangible. That is inaccessible because our brains are a product of that phenomenon.
A dull ring resonated in her belly. It blocked her insides and it blocked her mind.
Dark spots leaked from me to you, with love.
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