Kindle Notes & Highlights
Across the street, this lost kid is floating on meth, his young soul waiting for him to land and start his life.
As all mountains stand on the ground, As all trees root in the soil, As all rivers flow to the sea, there’s a substance under all life that joins us and holds us up.
After we die, we weigh twenty-one grams less. This is the weight of wakefulness, light as seven hummingbirds.
a prisoner of my own story.
Shamans believe that the fire at the center of the Earth, which no one has seen, is a flare of the beginning that never went out.
I keep discovering that everyone is loveable, magnificent, and flawed.
we assume our full stature in the bliss of being ordinary.
Our heads are round so our thoughts can change direction. FRANCIS PISSARRO PICABIA
As a cocoon tears, as bark peels, as the hard casing that grows fruit splits — the casing of our pretense and stubbornness breaks open, so the soul can unfold like a rose and fill the world. This is a fate to be longed for, even though we fear it.
There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth: not going all the way, and not starting. BUDDHA
This is a FAKE Buddha quote
the wife of emptiness calling for her collie.
