the space between
above all, it is a safe place. a sacred place.
it unfurls beautifully, and naturally.
as a garden, it needs tending to. sunlight, rain clouds, and hands gentle and true.
else it begins to grey and eventually decay.
but this is not inevitable, for there are some places that have not been visited for years on end, and are still as vibrant and warm as it ever was.
what do you think is the difference between the two paths?
following suggestions of sharing the mind, all feelings, showing how much one cares, and giving all, I received the most beautiful, simple, letter in response. an indication that the space between us is real. is safe, and is sacred.
and at the end, there were four words I so desperately needed to hear this past month or two.
it is, and I feel, indescribable.
"The fear is not real; it is only in your mind, like all other things. Our thoughts form what we believe to be reality."
— Isabel Allend (via purplebuddhaproject)
The cute little monk in Xichan Temple, Fuzhou, southeast China’s Fujian Province.
when i’m bored
i send vibrations
in your direction
from the satellite mind
i’m not suicidal
i just can’t get out of bed
i drift into a deep fog
lost where i forgot to hold it
i can feel you most when i’m alone
i can feel your ghost when i’m alone
"Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared."
— Buddha (via 3000blackmambas)
have a new favorite semi-fancy place with absolutely DELICIOUS vegetarian noms!
long and varied, intense, emotional, deeply personal, and validating conversation. we could have stayed there all night and we’d have been just as happy.
I am in love with extremely few people. So much so that it is difficult to tell them I love them because it is intensely personal, and hearing the words out loud somehow cheapens it. But I’m so happy I had the opportunity to express it tonight.
it is beyond meaning to know I have a close friend.
i have no words left. just. yeah.