Illustration from Ether Rolt Wheeler’s “Behind The Veil”
Austin Osman Spare, 1906
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And I’d sing a song, that’d be just ours
But I sang them all to another heart
Capital Letters - Omar Musa
Slam Poetry of The Streets: Omar Musa at TEDxSydney
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I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as a plant and rose to animal,
I died as an animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? ― Rumi (via milktree)
I died as a plant and rose to animal,
I died as an animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? ― Rumi (via milktree)
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We are told “no,” we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. “Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.” And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world. ― Terence McKenna (via fluctuatin)
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BNE was here
Newmannnnnn, good question on Q&A mate
Woodstock Festival, 1969. Stills from the documentary film Woodstock (1970).
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As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can’t see how it is. ― Ram Dass (via peachesshet)
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“Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.”
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And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind. ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via journalofanobody)
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind. ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via journalofanobody)
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