Archive for February, 2011

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Burst My Bubbles

burst my bubbles, love / don't let me drift away

burst my bubbles, love
don’t let me drift away

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You Came to Me Last Night

Grass, dew...

you came to me last night
we played, danced, hugged and laughed…
your smile was as bright as the sunlight
i can still sense the warmth of your skin
feel the strength of your touch
the lingering softness of your hands
and the smell of your sunkissed hair

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To Be Equally Foolish and Wise

Photo by Leelawadee

there’s a willingness arising, to be equally foolish and wise… gears slipping into neutral; a slightly clunky yet undeniable shift…

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Aamir Khan ♥ Kiran Rao

Aamir Khan & Kiran Rao

Femina India, Feb 2011

Here’s an interview and pictures from the lastest Femina issue. Enjoy! :)

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So Intimate…

Photo by Susie

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

~ Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (1960)

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The Need to Belong

Mooji

Mooji ♥

Ultimately,
the need to belong
is nothing more than the impulse
to dive within the
all-encompassing wholeness,
concealed inside one’s
own Heart.

~ Mooji

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Both and None

Mooji in Tiruvannamalai

Mooji

The world is not what you think it is.

The world is exactly what you think it is.

~ Mooji

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Perfectly Enough

Already enough

Nothing will ever be enough, except for what I already am

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Every Time I Open My Eyes

Rupert Spira

Rupert Spira

every time i open my eyes
i invite the world to take shape,
and every time the world takes shape
i’m invited to open my eyes
and see the world raw and naked
holding out its hand, calling me into itself
where i am taken into the transparency of things
and find myself transparent there
standing on the edge, looking down and in,
to the dark silent pool in which the world is cradled

and i’m cradled there, held
with all things and hold all things in myself
myself, not a thing in the world but this, here, seeing
in which the world opens, inviting and offering itself
and every time it is seen it dies
and in dying holds out its hand, again
asking to be taken in
and every time i take it in i too die
and in dying i’m known as this, here, seeing

every time i open my eyes

~ Rupert Spira (watch on YouTube)