That’s why it’s love—it’s unconditional. Whether you commit a mistake or a hundred, I would still love you. They say the most romantic kind of love is the unfinished kind. The kind that will forever burn and mark your soul.
So I went to a wedding today for semi-close friends. While I sat and watched the bride and groom I couldn’t help but feel happy and jealous…like I wanted what they had. I’ve always been on the fence about marriage but knowing that someone is there in your corner rooting for you seems like a nice sentiment. So yeah, like my mom said: “all in due time”; my question: How long?
Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.
God made the illusion look real and He made the real look as if it didn’t exist. He covered the sea but revealed the foam. He concealed the wind but revealed the dust.
The world’s an old sorcerer, selling moonlight as silk for the gold and silver of your life. When you come to your senses you see there is no silk and all your gold and silver pieces are gone.
From this magic market you can only take refuge in the Truth.
The shamanic faith is that humanity is not without allies. There are forces friendly to our struggle to birth ourselves as an intelligent species. But they are quiet and shy; they are to be sought, not in the arrival of alien star fleets in the skies of earth, but nearby, in wilderness solitude, in the ambience of waterfalls, and yes, in the grasslands and pastures now too rarely beneath our feet.