depth

When all the battles are fought then the biggest battle is, the battle to honour and treasure the hard won victory.

Im happy to sit and be an ear to listen when the world gets wild but Id much prefer to watch the ways your eyes in sparkle in the midst of convincing me why you love the things you do. It gives me hope that someone else out there feels everything with this much depth and has the willingness to create a beautiful life from it.

The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water.Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life.The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage.Dare to breach the surface and sink.

I mind the unmindful, but I mind my own mind too. Mine your mind, and mine the minds of others. Mind.. you are mine!

The more a mind thinks upon something, the deeper it will take root and affect all subsequent and related thought.

You need to lose yourself and disappear in the depths of the repetitions? Find a coast and watch the repetitive waves! Soon your mind vanishes away and when your mind disappears you disappear!

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.For self is a sea boundless and measureless.Say not, __ have found the truth,_ but rather, __ have found a truth.__ay not, __ have found the path of the soul._ Say rather, __ have met the soul walking upon my path.__or the soul walks upon all paths.The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Say not, __ have found the truth,_ but rather, __ have found a truth.__ay not, __ have found the path of the soul._ Say rather, __ have met the soul walking upon my path.__or the soul walks upon all paths.The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

Love can only be generated from the depths of the human heart

Liking colors doesn't make you shallow.It gives you depth!

Colors don't come in shapes.They come in depth.

The depth of my feelings is proportional to the depth of the color.

We rise, we fall.Life is a lesson.But, if not lived with the heart,holds no depth, no meaning.We must feel pain, to feel the joy, to feel the pain, and so on, so forth.It requires great courage.I try with all my mightto hold gratitude in the lesson.Thank you universe for showing mefor teaching me.

Why does everyone see me as a sink when I am an ocean?

I create beautiful art, so I can look back on the life my body fell short of in such a way that it brings me peace.

Our hearts speak the same language but more importantly our souls share the same voice.

Have you ever met someone for the first time but feel like you've known them all your life, a sense of déj_vu and synchronicity wrapped into one little motherf*cking mystery to untangle the way our lives are ruled by logic. I have and my life has never been the same since.