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wyrdmorrish:

Horned One, Lover, Son Leaper in the corn Deep in the Mother Die and be reborn.

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I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious—
So kiss me.

Hafiz (via lazyyogi)

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cosmic-rebirth:

“Like a true Nature’s child, we were born, born to be wild..”

—Steppenwolf

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Ordinarily I go to the woods alone,
with not a single friend,
for they are all smilers and talkers
and therefore unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree.
I have my ways of praying,
as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone
I can become invisible.
I can sit on the top of a dune
as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned.
I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me,
I must love you very much.

Mary Oliver, “How I Go to the Woods” from Swan: Poems and Prose Poems (Beacon Press, 2010)

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Read a little. Meditate more. Think of God all the time.

Paramahansa Yogananda (via cosmic-rebirth)

cosmic-rebirth:

Nature is the heart of every spiritual path, and the greatest of teachers. The natural world is the place in which all pretense is abolished, and we are made to face ourselves as we truly are… It’s the place in which our inner demons will be made to rise up and reveal themselves to us, that we may defeat them.

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georgehharrison:

I will always remember you.

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boudoirdevenus:

Roman altar - Currently dedicated to Venus

I love this so much and I have no idea why

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