Thursday, January 21, 2010

"I am free to be me and you are frew to be you. It doesn't make sense, but it rhymes. Like most relationships." Aunty Agnes
trod onward before you're trod under-Baba
True colors... So hard to see. I thought hers were like those inside of me. But now, now the colors wound the soul. No colors just a dark dark hole......

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

"At the end of the day, you stop looking for answers. It simply comes down to who you are." Baba Rhum Rhaizin
"Tell yourself whatever you like, whatever'll get you through. Just know that time will come when you won't be able to ignore the truth of your heart. Count it a blessing, pain and all."  Baba Rhum Rhaizin 
"Take the high road. It's never crowded. You do come across some of the most astounding people, however."  Baba Rhum Rhaizin
"God truly does have a sense of humor. He'll balance a bucket of humility above a door that I'm absolutely positive I need to go through."  Baba Rhum Rhaizin
"It's easy to be on a roll when yer wheels are greased." John Coaltrain
"I feel like I have 5 aces-God dealt me four, and I'm the wild card."  Jesus Tarjeta

Sunday, January 10, 2010

"Closure-a necessary evil."  I. M. Dunnfor
"The foundation for wisdom is many many poor choices, set in concrete." Baba Rhum Rhaizin

Thursday, January 7, 2010

"The now never becomes more important than when one feels there is nothing to look forward to." Baba Rhum Rhaizin, deathrattleashram.blogspot.com

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Were you to return to me, I know you would leave again. The reasons haven't changed. And now I possess the dinge that pain leaves,the dinge that no amount of newfound joy can quite mask. You would see it, and have to avert your gaze from me, and that would begin the end. I always truly believed love would conquer all; that a strong enough love would color every challenge do-able. Yet, though I loved you with every fibre, every thought, you found insurmountable fault. You let yourself out. So my precious little surmise did not hold true, and I no longer can believe in love conquering all. It is desperately grueling to go on without it.
" Cry me a river, cry me a river, I cried a river over you" I almost have to laugh at how quickly I would suspend this demand. . .
yearn, lament. . .yearn, lament. . .yearn, lament. . .I've simply got to find a new way to worship you. . .
I saw an old picture of me and had a twinge of sadness for the man who is gone. . .I had an assuredness then, albeit naive, however none the less enjoyable. I think he went in the last bag of trash, when you left. I miss him.
"I am most myself, when mindful of you."

Monday, January 4, 2010

Sunday, January 3, 2010

deathrattleashram

those to whom we avail ourselves, may not remain grateful for it. try as we might for an "otherwise", rejection remains plentiful. chin chin, little rabbit. Baba Rhum Rhaizin