۞turn up the silence۞


"Do you know what a mandala is?" 
"Um, those are those round Buddhist art things." 
“The Tibetan monks make them out of dyed sand laid out into big beautiful designs. And when they’re done, after days and weeks of work, they wipe it all away.” 
"Wow, that’s, that’s a lot." 
"Try to look at your experience here as a mandala, Chapman. Work hard to make something as meaningful and beautiful as you can. And when you’re done, pack it in and know it was all temporary. You have to remember that, it’s all temporary.” 

"Do you know what a mandala is?" 

"Um, those are those round Buddhist art things."

The Tibetan monks make them out of dyed sand laid out into big beautiful designs. And when they’re done, after days and weeks of work, they wipe it all away.”

"Wow, that’s, that’s a lot."

"Try to look at your experience here as a mandala, Chapman. Work hard to make something as meaningful and beautiful as you can. And when you’re done, pack it in and know it was all temporary. You have to remember that, it’s all temporary.” 

(Source : lesbianthropology, via brittanyyloretta)

Do not seek fame. Do not make plans. Do not be absorbed by activities. Do not think that you know. Be aware of all that is, and dwell in the infinite. Wander where there is no path. Be all that heaven gave you, but act as though you have recieved nothing. Be empty, that is all.

—Chuang Tzu (via ashramof1)

Stillness is your essential nature. What is stillness? The inner space or awareness in which the words on this page are bieng perceived and become thoughts. Without that awareness, there would be no perception, no thoughts, no world. You are that awareness, disguised as a person.

—Eckhart Tolle (via ashramof1)

You are always a student, never a master. You have to keep moving forward.

—Conrad Hall (via arcane-soul)

The water has no fear of being disturbed,

Remind me that I am water.

The air holds all, with no distinction:

Why do I forget I am air?

Why do I relinquish the solid earth I am,

For a rootless, trembling mind?

How do I crumple all of space,

Into a fearful ball of fight?

Remind me again and again

I am that Love unshakeable

In the midst of chaos, in the madness of life,

Just remind me I Am… just remind me I Am

October 19. The inner world can only be experienced, not described.

—Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (via kafkaesque-world)

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ronniedeer:

book cover for Swamplandia!  by Karen Russell for illustration class watercolors

ronniedeer:

book cover for Swamplandia!  by Karen Russell for illustration class

watercolors

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When you recognize that there is a voice in your head that pretends to be you and never stops speaking, you are awakening out of your unconscious identification with the stream of thinking. When you notice that voice, you realize that who you are is not the voice – the thinker – but the one who is aware of it. Knowing yourself as the awareness behind the voice is freedom.

—Eckhart Tolle (via ashramof1)