The spinning removing the adding erase of mental contradiction and battle unceasing unrelenting displeasing. Nothing direct black and white to respect but there separately intertwining contradiction I said what an irrational mind! What time elapses nothing can return do you truly continue to live and learn or are we overpassed by some divine destiny?! Truly but where so we stand whipped up and shaped by man when sovereignty gives us freedom of choice encased in a battle of ear and voice. So quiet and right the sound of the wind lost within the encasing that makes us men. But so natural it feels almost impossible to suppress lost in both so effortless seems so right but later so wrong lost in the perception of what’s innate and what’s blessed. All is a gift never the lest and oh the frustration of being so intertwined seemly together but broken at the same time. Where is the release and escape of mentality. Where is the comfort and peace of tranquillity. The Pax Romana of the conscious and flesh. The ying and yang of self and selflessness.
“Fearing people is a dangerous trap, but trusting the LORD means safety.” (Proverbs 29:25, NLT)
In life, there will always be people who try to squeeze you into their mold; people who try to pressure you into being who they want you to be. They may be good people. They may mean well. But the problem is that they aren’t your creator. They didn’t breathe life into you. They didn’t equip you, empower you or anoint you; Almighty God did! If you’re going to be all that God created you to be, you can’t focus on what everybody else thinks. If you change with every criticism, trying to win the favor of others, then you’ll go through life being manipulated and letting people squeeze you into their box. You have to realize that you can’t keep every person happy. You can’t make everyone like you. You’ll never win over all of your critics.
Instead of trying to please people, when you get up in the morning, ask the Lord to search your heart. Ask Him if your ways are pleasing to Him. Stay focused on your goals. If people don’t understand you, that’s okay. If you lose some friends because you wouldn’t let them control you, they weren’t true friends anyway. You don’t need other’s approval; you only need Almighty God’s approval. Keep your heart and mind submitted to Him and be free from people pleasing!
(via mynameistimothy)
Tear back the pieces of frozen enigma encased in confusion of Confucius that people don’t listen. Wrapped in ignorance of worldly bliss of torture not foretold like children they miss the abstract simplicity they rather complicate with further eccentricity. Going deeper in the dark doesn’t make you wise paint your nails black, tattoo your eyes, your still empty in a hole amongst many they plunder and plot for happiness in all things not found yet shown they forgot admist the religion, the vision the philosophy, the poetry of fools, among that you find the gems that decay that’s for sure. be upon it and convent it like fools gold, rub it deeper the reality shows, there’s only one light and one right one way and one sight, in a old Hebrew book learn above acumen, set your mind free…than finish…..AMEN
The Lovers of Valdaro.
Believed to be no older than twenty years of age when death occurred.
Over 5,000 years old.
Locked in an eternal embrace.
Tragically, their story is unknown.
Ironically, they were found in the city of Mantua. In Italy.
The city Shakespeare chose to set the story of Romeo & Juliet.
(Source: silentinsomniac, via shithappens-but-lifegoeson)
Shiva + Parvati
A Culture a Religion I am trying to figure out. Its so hard to understand. So far different from my savior.
(Source: acid-chaos)
In solid desuetude I remember the true sound of his voice in the leaves, the breeze not of breath of men because men always lack the understand. Doctrine and personal beliefs theological disrupt of the peace. Shiloh speaks that place encircling grace fall but land smooth a declarative proposition language cease the spoken silence in the crack and crease. Humanity unforgiven for truth they refuse nothing a man can say though dominion claim faith is evident in the first clay not the last though as beautiful and made like him further they pass. It speaks to me through my feet chill yet comforting, solid yet moldable home and land. Apparent yet so cunning, lost to man. Wisdom through silence I let it speak and guide drifted free essence partly me i can fly if it take me I’m so contained. Only happiness if possible yet parched I hold my drop evaporate it may but at least for a moment something is sane.
“Before our white brothers arrived to make us civilized men, we didn’t have any kind of prison.
Because of this, we had no delinquents.
Without a prison, there can be no delinquents.
We had no locks nor keys and therefore among us there were no thieves.
When someone was so poor that he couldn’t afford a horse, a tent or a blanket, he would, in that case, receive it all as a gift.
We were too uncivilized to give great importance to private property.
We didn’t know any kind of money and consequently, the value of a human being was not determined by his wealth.
We had no written laws laid down, no lawyers, no politicians, therefore we were not able to cheat and swindle one another.
We were really in bad shape before the white men arrived and I don’t know how to explain how we were able to manage without these fundamental things that (so they tell us) are so necessary for a civilized society.”— John (Fire) Lame Deer.
(Source: grumpymanwithtoomuchtimeonhishands.blogspot.com, via lonesomelacowboy)
