djdancingfool

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At last she looked up at him. Her eyes were full of tears, and her look unbearably naked. Such looks we have all once or twice in our lives received and shared; they are those in which worlds melt, pasts dissolve, moments when we know, in the resolution of profoundest need, that the rock of ages can never be anything else but love, here, now, in these two hands’ joining, in this blind silence in which one head comes to rest beneath the other.

—John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: haylr, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

Grief

Took one small step today. Allowing that awful sadness in and then out, after seeing where he died.

I am most certainly not ready to see any of it.

abdmasoud:

Do not go without me
Whirling dervish Sufi dancers in motion embraced through the poisy and wisdome of mawlana jalal al-din rumi

abdmasoud:

Do not go without me

Whirling dervish Sufi dancers in motion embraced through the poisy and wisdome of mawlana jalal al-din rumi

(via abdmasoud)

Ithaca, NY

Ithaca, NY

dayzea:

Feeling intoxicated with happiness purely by of the existence another human being is the most beautiful experience

Add “connection to the divine and a spritual life, to God, or to whatever God means to you” and I’ll agree.

Romance and romantic love is only temporary. Lust and passion… Also temporary. Connection with another in a relationship based in passion? Great, and temporary. Fleeting. You know it is. If you don’t, disillusion is on it’s way.

Disillusion is grossly underrated by the way.

Love. Divine and higher love? Now you have my attention.

(via desertflume)

Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves. Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.

—Bruce Lee (via larmoyante)