Nisargadatta Maharaj
"You know that you are. Don’t burden yourself with names, just be. Any name or shape you give yourself obscures your real nature."
"It is enough if you do not imagine yourself to be the body. It is the ‘I-am-the-body’ idea that so calamitous. It blinds you completely to your real nature. Even for a moment do not think you are the body. Give yourself no name, no shape. In the darkness and the silence, reality is found. Behave as if you were fully convinced and the confidence will come."
Nisargadatta Maharaj
"When I was twelve, I was interviewed by a doctoral candidate in education and asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said that I either wanted to be a philosopher or a clown, and I understood then, I think, that much depended on whether or not I found the world worth philosophizing about, and what the price of seriousness might be."
Judith Butler
"The search for Reality is the most dangerous of all undertakings, for it destroys the world in which you live."
Nisargadatta Maharaj
Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band - I Got The Reason #1
"Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak."
Rumi
“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”
Margaret Atwood
Anna Wintour wakes up at 5:45 am
"For all of you who are on facebook, you just can’t offer too many compliments. Appreciate, compliment, appreciate, compliment. You can create a virtual world out there that rivals your highest vibration."
Abraham Hicks
I will see Conor Oberst in the east village this summer.
Bright Eyes - Cleanse Song
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow?
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan
From the roof of a friend’s I watched an empire ending
Heard it loud and long the river’s Om
Time marching on to a madman’s drum
Don’t forget what you’ve learned: all you give is returned
And if life seems absurd, what you need is some laughter
And a season to sleep and a place to get clean
Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one’s expecting
On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk
Someone wrote in red, “START OVER”
So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach
Full of fever dreams that scare you sober
Into saltless dinners
Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance
Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded
Of a millstone house in a seaside town
When your heart gave out in a mission bed
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge
You woke up purged as a wailing infant
In Krug Thep, Thailand
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow?
"The pen is magic. You can’t write anything in appreciation without activating a vibration that brings more of it. Writing is the strongest point of focus. When you focus and write with the deliberate intent of focusing in a positive way, then you have the best of all of it."
Abraham Hicks
