Be crumbled.
So wild flowers will come
up where you are.
You have been stony for
too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.
 —Rumi (via mustangblood)

(Source: azukilynn, via meggielynne)

Will you search me out,
like your first morning coffee,
like your first warm sip?
 —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

(via meggielynne)

sundxwn:

Bonneville Basin, Wyoming by Dan Ransom
onemtnatatime:

adikdikisasmallantelope:

More climbing Valentines Day cards from EMS.

Worth reblogging this year!
ropeandsaw:

i wake to a perfect patience of mountains. - e.e. cummings
urbanhomesteaders:

Lovely reuse of old bricks and windows…Use what you can
exitinsistexist:

Gustav Klimt (1862–1918), “The Gorgons and Typhon” (Detail), from Beethoven Frieze, 1902

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.”

 —Aldous HuxleyIsland

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