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Heartbeat...
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Love Came To Us
Love came to us in time gone by When one at twilight shyly played And one in fear was standing nigh -- - For Love at first is all afraid. We were grave lovers. Love is past That had his sweet hours many a one; Welcome to us now at the last The ways that we shall go upon. - James Joyce |
Kindness...
Make your heart like a lake with a calm, still surface and great depths of kindness... ~ Lao Tzu |
Authentically engaged...
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Dance <3
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Infinite Potentiality <3
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"Can you turn her microphone off, please."
—Dr. Ben Carson asked for MSNBC guest host Katty Kay's microphone to be cut off while she was interviewing him about Donald Trump's groping allegations. |
To The Black and Brown Girls Who Go Missing Before They Go Missing
Maybe it was because of the last time you ran away with the boy who looked like God. Maybe it was because of the way you came back three days later like you were God. Maybe they expected you to resurrect like this, again, like you have always been a dead girl, wanting to rise, glory and miracle. Like you just wanted your loved ones to gather around you so you made a funeral of your body. Maybe they did not search for you because you being gone was not enough evidence that you were indeed missing. You so loud, the police are sure your family will find you. Crying wolf. Crying rape. Crying. You so loud that when you are silent, they point your parents in the direction of your echo and say look, a cave in love with her own darkness. When the media does not report the news of your disappearance, you are not a girl worthy of a torch. You, girl with bonfire hair, do not get to be illuminated. Do not get to smile for the sake of being happy. You have a prison grin. They say, it’s your mouth that keeps you captive. You talk crazy before you talk freedom. It is no wonder you are missing. Look, how your whole life is condensed to height, weight, eye color, tattoos, piercings. You, get to be an art gallery on a light pole. You, do not get to be someone’s favorite song. You, get to be broken record. You, do not get an amber Alert if your name is not Amber. You, a name too hard to pronounce, must mean you difficult too. Must mean you not worthy of a chorus to sing you into a prayer. Must make you a melody we forgot the words too, a quiet hum. A flash mob with no mob and no flash. You, a dance too hard to memorize. When they stumble upon your lifeless body in a lake, they point out every other time in your life you’ve drowned. Medical records will float to the surface before your body does: Depression, Bi-Polar. They will say you did this to yourself. Girls like you are always found submerged in a body of water. Always baptized, never saved. --Maylin Reynoso by Elisabet Velasquez http://www.vibe.com/2016/08/elisabet...aylin-reynoso/ |
The art of living...
"The art of living is neither careless drifting on the one hand nor fearful clinging to the past on the other. It consists in being sensitive to each moment, in regarding it as utterly new and unique, in having the mind open and wholly receptive." - Alan Watts |
One...
“What you contemplate, you touch. What you enter into in imagination, you make yourself one with.” - Dion Fortune, Principles of Esoteric Healing |
Whole...
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Life...
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Whole...
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Gratitude...
“Gratitude helps you to grow and expand; gratitude brings joy and laughter into your life and into the lives of all those around you.” - Eileen Caddy |
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You suppose...
You suppose you are the trouble But you are the cure You suppose that you are the lock on the door But you are the key that opens it It's too bad that you want to be someone else You don't see your own face, your own beauty Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours. - Rumi |
Whatever...
"Whatever life takes away from you, let it go." - Don Miguel Ruiz |
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