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“I came and went through the doors of perception so often that they just started leaving them open for me.” John Langdon



rhamphotheca:

Kitten and Butterflies - Leningrad Oblast, Russia

The stunning sight of hundreds of bright blue butterflies, known as the Black-veined White (Aporia crataegi), was almost too much for the six-month-old kitten as he bounced over and started trying to catch them.

20-year-old Natalia, a keen photographer, said: ‘Lepa and I were both stunned to see so many butterflies in the same place - he raced over and started to play with them as soon as he saw them…

(via: DailyMail UK)

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marysoul:

Lovely dream-like photography by Anka Zhuravleva

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nightisjung:

Like my dreams…
How about yours?

nightisjung:

Like my dreams…

How about yours?

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julietkmille:

Sagaki Keita

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magnolius:

Anatomical Cross-Sections in Paper by Lisa Nilsson

These pieces are made of Japanese mulberry paper and the gilded edges of old books. They are constructed by a technique of rolling and shaping narrow strips of paper called quilling or paper filigree - LN

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(via Zen and Ink)

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Pleasantly Strange: "Best Intentions", Kate Tempest

…But I’ve been here before, entagled

trying not to mention you, when all my blood and guts are filled to bursting with the stench of you

…but you is not one person, not one version of a person, or a device enlisted in these rhymes to help me vent some raw emotion

No

You is all the yous I ever loved in falsity 

All the yous I ever fell for in the darkness of this false city

All the yous who had my truth and in return were false to me

All the yous I had to lose so I could make the most of me

All the yous whose secrets I still keep who are like ghosts to me

Haunting me, every time I let someone get close to me

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nightisjung:

"What we are really living for is the experience of life, both the pain and the pleasure. The world is a match for us. We are a match for the world." - A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living

“The key to seeing the world’s soul, and in the process wakening our own, is to get over the confusion by which we think that fact is real and imagination is illusion.”
Thomas Moore (Original Self)
“A piece of the sky and a chunk of the earth lie lodged in the heart of every human being.”
Thomas Moore
An excellent article on Depth Psychology by Bonnie Bright here: http://www.depthinsights.com/pdfs/On_Depth_Psychology.pdf


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*•ʚįɞ✿ღ•*¨`*•.•ʚįɞ✿ღ•*
Your love lifts my soul from the body to the sky

And you lift me up out of the two worlds.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops,

So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

~ RUMI
(¯`♥´¯) .✫´
`*.¸.*´♥¸¸.♥ gratitude blessings Friends *♥*
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journeytoenlightenment:

A painting by Mao Hamaguchi 

Dreaming is one wing of a butterfly and waking is the other. Each wing tells half the story of life to the other, mirroring each other ceaselessly to keep aloft. It is at the heart, where the two wings meet, that the substance of us is ripened.

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I love what you said about this, thoughtfulcynic! beautifully said! and so poetic!

thoughtfulcynic:

This reminds me of the day I realized I wasn’t merely going round and round.

The day the nature of the spiral became known

to me. 

Still a circle. 

Still orbiting some ineffable center. 

With every labyrinthine cycle, 

just a little more refined. 

The superfluous dropping away, 

baring more of the essence. 

Then, to see the underlying motion carrying me, 

was always there, 

no need to hurry, 

no time to rush. 

Just know it is there. 

Become aware. 

Pay attention. 

Life itself is the one true guide. 

Finally to spiral completely out of control. 

Therein is the elixir of living.

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