n. wistful foreboding at the first signs of autumn, as yellow leaves appear scattered on the ground like Post-Its leading you on a treasure hunt toward the realization that your slow slide into oblivion has already begun, steadily gathering speed on your way down to the end of the ride while the next generation waits at the top for their turn, a sobering reminder that it’s never too early to start planning a kickass Halloween costume.
(Source: nirvikalpa, via wolfbirddogface)
once said:"You simply are everything arising moment to moment. You do not see the sky, you are the sky. You do not touch the earth, you are the earth. You do not hear the rain, you are the rain. You and the universe are what the mystics call “One Taste.” This is not poetry. This is a direct realization, as direct as a glass of cold water in the face."
n. fear that your connections with people are ultimately shallow, that although your relationships feel congenial at the time, an audit of your life would produce an emotional safety deposit box of low-interest holdings and uninvested windfall profits, which will indicate you were never really at risk of joy, sacrifice or loss.
It seems backwards. That the moment the ground thaws and I have joy in my back pocket is the same moment that I begin to consider uprooting my self. For the longest time I have said “I’ll be gone by the time winter comes”. The seasons are now apparently taking turns making me feel anxious. Spring has never made me want to pack my bags like it has today.
