‘I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine’
A Midsummer Night’s Dream Act ii. Scene 1
"The awareness itself
is the experience."
"You are not caught with your thought, you are not identifying yourself with your thought, which takes you away from this awareness of who you are. Because you invest, this consciousness becomes invested in the thought itself."
"One of the strongest notions we have is the sense of being apart. Apart from, a part of."
"Because consciousness is inside this body also, and consciousness is the child of awareness, so awareness experience itself with the assistance of consciouness. And you feel, I am."
I HEART BLACKMILK.
with a raging passion.
Oh my Miistaaaaa.
"Like the house of Dior, Harrods is reputed for astounding and satisfying its elegant women all over the world."
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place,
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace.
My potential Miista Zoe.
The fullest of extremities, the edge just before the freefall. The present we take, but make no good use of. A gift they say, means little if it is not willed hard for. The yearn of back and forth through the looking glass only shows the reflection of a dire spirit. Who's to dictate otherwise, however? Perspectives belong to the sacred place within each individual, and there's no telling without receiving the whole.