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“Americans… are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.”

Cat’s Cradle — Kurt Vonnegut

tyleroakley:

This video is my religion.

oh god, can I have him?

infinite-macro-kozmik:

 
“The ancients knew that within each of us lies a lock and a key. Two currents of yin and yang, when allowed to merge become an engine of cosmic energy and great possibility. We look for the lock or the key outside of ourselves most often, looking for “the one” who completes us, but always with some regret, some lingering dissatisfaction since the true lock and key resides within first. When you un…lock yourself, when you let the universe take you as its great love, the secrets of the universe will pour through you. It is here that you become complete and are ready to spread the secret to another in what was called the bridal chamber of the gnostics, the point of union of the Hindus, ecstatic union with God in the Christian tradition, and the union of Mother Earth and Father Sky amongst the Native Americans.”  The book: Waking The Infinite

infinite-macro-kozmik:

 

“The ancients knew that within each of us lies a lock and a key. Two currents of yin and yang, when allowed to merge become an engine of cosmic energy and great possibility. We look for the lock or the key outside of ourselves most often, looking for “the one” who completes us, but always with some regret, some lingering dissatisfaction since the true lock and key resides within first. When you unlock yourself, when you let the universe take you as its great love, the secrets of the universe will pour through you. It is here that you become complete and are ready to spread the secret to another in what was called the bridal chamber of the gnostics, the point of union of the Hindus, ecstatic union with God in the Christian tradition, and the union of Mother Earth and Father Sky amongst the Native Americans.”

The book: Waking The Infinite

youphoric:

humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars :~)

Straightaway
I knew you
were crooked.
SIX WORD POEM (12/9/13)

funnyordie:

Sex Scientists

Two bartenders test the theory that a woman can have sex whenever she wants.

America’s
dreams
died
with
its
dreamers.
SIX WORD POEM (11/22/13)
in honor of John F. Kennedy (via ericboydblog)