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(Reblogged from andyouaremyhigh)

“Study me as much as you like, you will not know me

For I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me to be

My soul is of elsewhere, of that I am sure

I escape your boxes to my peace of mind

You think you’re alive because you breathe air?

Shame on you that you live your life in such a limitless way

Lose yourself completely because madness is evolutionary brilliance

Return to the root of the root of your own soul

Respond to every call that excites your spirit

Everything is everything and everything is possible

So trust your struggle..

For these are the days I scrap the sky, roam the earth and ravage the universe

And because I cannot sleep…I make music in the night “

Rumi

 those who drink dawn like a cup of spring water View high resolution

 those who drink dawn like a cup of spring water

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(Reblogged from a-vintage-red)

the candles sit, white wicks, unlit

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(Reblogged from gypsy-weed)
like the clear and empty sky, as silent as the oceans depths

like the clear and empty sky, as silent as the oceans depths

(Reblogged from wear-wolves)

Stop writing poems

about me

transfer your love

into the sea

there is an I

there is a we

seperate bodies

sipping tea

..

free

cling to no(one)

just, be

The mans eyes were clear pools, without centers, and they looked beyond everything. I stood frozen on the dark trail until he approached and passed through, our bodies one for an instant, the mans blue-water eyes fixed on the distance.

The mans eyes were clear pools, without centers, and they looked beyond everything. I stood frozen on the dark trail until he approached and passed through, our bodies one for an instant, the mans blue-water eyes fixed on the distance.

a forest, and a night of dark trees; he who is not afraid of my darkness will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

a forest, and a night of dark trees; he who is not afraid of my darkness will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.