“Living may have learned can be both sloppy and precise And so you chose your careful witness to your silly little life You begin to trace each others journeys You begin to chart each others pace You start to notice all the sweetness in the details of their ways Because loving they are learning speaks a language of solace It speaks volumes about tomorrow when you’re fluent in forgiveness And sometimes, only sometimes, they begin to wonder what their 10 year old selves might have said to one another Maybe something like I’m sorry I won’t be with you through this sadness Like if I could be your axis, I would spin you past the madness Like i wish i had the wing span to just soar you to what’s after Like i wish i could just swoop you up and wrap you in my laughter Like i wish i could return you to this earth with just my palm Like my palm could be your satellite, your job to just hold on But your survival will be grace making Yes, your arrival will be breath taking And I will be here when you beat fear, When you reach here, When you find me. Because sometimes theres a you on a skateboard Sometimes there’s a me on a sloped curve Sometimes familiar becomes magic Sometimes magic needs distance Sometimes space is what shapes it, And the shape is not instant Sometimes the horizon’s surprising And the view is worth risking And the risk is a long wait but this girl is persistent Sometimes the future just means that each day is worth finding And this day is a presence And this moment is shining Sometimes her prayers are just soothing Sometimes her face is just lovely Years Years spent searching Sometimes people get lucky”

— Alix Olson, “Finally, Love Poem” (via lostcausess)

“No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via naturaekos)

“Don’t bring up the past of someone who’s trying to improve their future.”

— unknown (via naturaekos)

““It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.””

— Pulp, Charles Bukowski (via naturaekos)

Truth or Dare with Dita Von Teese at Forty Five Ten in Dallas.

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Sri Yantra - Ultimate of All Mystical Diagrams. Sri Yantra, the most powerful of all yantras. The number of yantras, each of which has a distinct form and mystic bearing of its own, is estimated to be around nine hundred sixty. An energy pattern and power diagram, a yantra is broadly a diagrammatic transform of the deity, Shakti and Shiva in particular; this representation of the yantra, however, has a correspondingly large body of text, rendered perhaps in pursuance to the practices of early medieval days that advocated inclusion of such mantras and deity-invocations in the body of the yantra itself so that one who could not read and recite such mantras correctly could endorse them as inscribed on the yantra and be blessed with their mystic power. To a modern populace, not well-versed in ancient Sanskrit nd hardly able to correctly recite a mantra, a yantra drawn pursuing such medieval pattern is the most useful tool of achieving ‘the desired’ for it may bless the practiser with its mystic power by its mere presence in the house. Sri Yantra consists of a square ground plan technically known as ‘bhoopura’. This ground plan is a square with four gates on four sides. A lotus-seated four-armed line-drawn icon of goddess Lakshmi anked by ‘swastikas’ enshrines the gate on the west. The entrance on the east has an inscription acclaiming that the instrument – the yantra, is the Maha-mantra of Mahalakshmi who the inscription hails as the supreme beauty in three worlds. The entrances on north and south have been defined by the fragments of the mantra-text. This outer periphery and two circles within it, which constitute the Sri Yantra’s ‘mekhala’ or girdle, are symbolic of three worlds which Maya – Cosmic Illusion, infests. These two circles, inside the square bhoopura, are two concentric rings, the outer one consisting of sixteen lotus petals, and the inner one, of eight. The outer circle is known as ‘Sarva-shaparipuraka chakra’, and the inner one, ‘Sarva-shankshobhana chakra’. In this yantra format the inner ring has been identified as ‘Samprana chakra’. These two chakras are the principal instrument of accomplishing the ‘desired’. The true diagrammatic expanse of Sri Yantra is drawn in the circular space inside these rings in the form of fourteen triangles which create the fourth ring having hexagonal form. This hexagonal ‘chakra’, which bestows all bliss, is known as 'Sarva-saubhagyadayaka chakra’. This chakra effects spiritual elevation. There are the fifth and the sixth chakra consisting of ten triangles each. The fifth is known as Sarvartha-sadhaka chakra, that is, all-accomplishing, and the sixth, as Sarvartha-rakshakara chakra, that is, all-protecting. These two chakras define the stage, when the inner realisation begins to unfold. The sixth chakra is followed by the seventh, a chakra consisting of eight triangles. It has been identified as the Sarva-roga-hara chakra. It redeems not only of the maladies of physique but also of all desires and infatuations, the maladies of the mind. This denotes the stage of freedom from all earthly bonds. Now the sadhaka – practiser, arrives at the threshold of ultimate realisation. Beyond the Sarva-roga-hara chakra is the eighth, the Sarva-siddhiprada chakra, the stage where nothing remains to be accomplished and the realisation is only to be consummated. The ninth and the last of the chakras is the bindu – the dot, which is the sanctum sanctorum known in the tradition as the Sarva-anandamaya chakra. This is the stage of the ultimate union of the practicing self with the Supreme Self, the sadhaka being one with the cosmos and himself becoming the cosmos : the stage of absolute joy.

by Melania Brescia