Wildflower




eartheld:

mostly nature
When you rest in quietness and your image of yourself fades, and your image of the world fades, and your ideas of others fade, what’s left? A brightness, a radiant emptiness that is simply what you are.
- Adyashanti (via cosmofilius)

(Source: travisjacob, via yogaloveandlight)



vhouls:

Today I walked around downtown alone: bought a record, some books, a smoothie, and a kinfolk.
shyowl:

upclosefromafar:

eartheld:

eartheld:

mostly nature

mostly nature

~My Hidden Nirvana~

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babeimgonnaleaveu:

 Woodstock, 1969.
"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."