Now, Now. Here, Here.: Archive

Now, Now. Here, Here.

February 2012

131 posts

“No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even...”

– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via fly-flightlessbird)

babymoon: how much free time and soul would i have if i stopped comparing myself to all the other wandering souls..like were all just products competing in some superficial race to where? i want to love myself as a speck of dust in the world, like every other identical speck of dust, or beautiful soul…were all seeds in the same fruit..beautiful seeds…kill the jealousy…STARVE MY EGO FEED THE...

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“The true person is Not anyone in particular; But, like the deep blue color Of...”

– Dogen (translated by Steven Heine)