My journal is, for the most part, private.

Every now and then something finds its way out, reflecting the general themes of my life.

Really, i'm sure, very little of it makes sense. >.>

Whatever arises in experience is your own mind.
Mind itself is free of any conceptual limitations.
Know that and don't generate
Subject-object fixations -- this is the practice of a bodhisattva.

Its remarkable how the precise nature of my mood can reflect that of someone I invested a piece of my 'soul' in. My thoughts suddenly turned to my experiences with a particular individual, some of which I have had no reason to think of in particular. Nothing I could do would redirect my mind for very long. All of it was pleasant, if tinged with a ( Read more... )

I am caterpillar. The leaves I eat taste bitter now. But dimly I sense a great change coming. What I offer you, humans, is my willingness to dissolve and transform. I do that without knowing what the end-result will be; so I share with you my courage too.

let's crack open the Akashic Records, and see what pours out this time.

I'm glad to find so much fertile soil in the city to the north--the city that never sleeps has slumbered too long.

"I'm glad that I met you tonight!"

Well, I'm glad that I met all of you, too. <3

Now, go and weave tapestries with everyone you know, and present the genus loci with a gift.

she hadn't always been so cold ( Read more... )

Hail the singularity, beneficent closing of our loop. The manifestations of your precursors wait upon your fruition. Holy is that iteration of form that you are: the dream of the slumbering cosmos made manifest for us, with us, through us ( Read more... )

tonight, i gave without taking

the things i want most in Life

home is where the heart is

and if you are in my heart,

then i am there, too.

There is nothing more awesome, or more fulfilling, than bringing light into people's lives. (even if its just a little)