cosmic interlude

the universe is brain shaped

My best friend’s the moon fuck all you hoes. Reallydaw.

"Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear."

Reblogged from ratsoff

Rumi

(via megret.)

(Source: fuckyeahrumi)

The Beacon of Dark

It’s hard being a human.

Just existing in a physical body on a huge ball floating in space can be FUCKING excruciating at times. I’ve experienced this pain aplenty as I am sure you have as well. I believe though that it’s 100% self afflicted, to us that can afford the luxury of having functional domiciles and Internet as opposed to having expanded, famined bellies lying on a Somalian desert floor. Us, the ‘regular’ humans… Self afflicted pain.

Think about it.

The economy isn’t some huge giant punching me in the face on the daily. My father doesn’t nail me to crosses and whip me constantly. It is my thinking of these two things that causes this suffering. This pain. I feel lack towards my current financial situation causing a downward vortex of thoughts that trap me for days on end. What my father possibly thinks of my career move and how he might be ridiculing it along with my ‘business sense’ traps me in brain rooms equivocal to neuronal dungeons. And I keep myself there for a while, years maybe. And the more I think something, the more that I program my brain into that thinking pattern… And the shit gets stronger… Oh my how strong it gets. But in the end, this pain is just a pattern of thinking. And the specific reason this pain happens is because what we are thinking is actually the OPPOSITE of what we want to happen. I feel shitty because I don’t have millions because I want millions to enjoy this gorgeous life experience. Shit, I wanna go pick mushrooms with a monk in Vancouver on a weekend Zen retreat. I wanna get my scuba license and visit the underwater museum… I get pissed because I’m not experiencing that (along with thousands of other things I want to do) at this very moment.

The most amazing thing in this process though, is knowing that I do want to experience life. Badly. These dark thoughts are sort of telling me what I actually would be the happiest doing. Straight up, no fat. They are like a beacon if you will. “The road to heaven is through hell” as they say?

Listen to your dark, shitty, painful thoughts. See what’s they’re telling you. Maybe they’re tryin’ to tell you somethin’ important…

I Love this Quote

In shallow men the fish of little thoughts cause much commotion. In oceanic minds the whales of inspiration make hardly a ruffle.