May I act as the mighty earth
Or like the free and open skies
To support and provide the space
Whereby I and all others may grow.
Shantideva (via lazyyogi)
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How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living.
Jostein Gaarder, The Solitaire Mystery (via observando)
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Matter is spirit moving slowly enough to be seen.
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (via ashramof1)
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When I rise up
let me rise up joyful
like a bird
When I fall
let me fall without regret
like a leaf
Wendell Berry (via significances)

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Live your daily life in a way that you never lose yourself. When you are carried away with your worries, fears, cravings, anger, and desire, you run away from yourself and you lose yourself. The practice is always to go back to oneself.
Thich Nhat Hanh on mindful living, in “Going Home: Jesus and Buddha as Brothers” (via dreamerawakening)
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You are much deeper, much broader, much brighter than any idea you could ever have of yourself.

Harry Palmer (via thecalminside)

Love Harry Palmer!! Go Avatars!!

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"Forget about enlightenment.
Sit down wherever you are and listen to the wind that is singing in your veins.
Feel the love, the longing, and the fear in your bones.
Open your heart to who you are,
right now,
not who you would like to be.
Not the saint you’re striving to become.
But the being right here before you,
inside you, around you.
All of you is holy.
You’re already more and less than whatever you can know.
Breathe out, look in, let go.”

~John Welwood

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He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
~ Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via lonequixote)
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