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A smidgen of poetry. 

The endlessly fascinating conversations comedy can inspire. 

lazyyogi:

We are awakening from the ego’s confusion.

Right now, at this very moment, you can feel your existence. You know that you are alive. That is your soul. It is the only consistent aspect of your existence from one moment to the next. Everything else changes but your soul remains the same.

The nature of your soul is bliss. Endless, Eternal, Now. It has always been and always will be perfect. It is whole and complete in and of itself, the kingdom of heaven, nirvana. It is only your ego that obscures this fact.

The ego is what does and feels and sees and lives. It is everything you associate with being you. Your happiness, your sadness, your pain, your ideas, your dreams. The ego can sin; it can hurt. But the soul cannot. Your soul, God, the Divine, is a continuous witness of the ego’s acts. YOU are the constant witness. It is the ego that fumbles through life, listening to its own meek voice instead of creating an opening for the soul’s mighty brilliance to shine through.

But you, as the soul, confuse your identity to be what you are witnessing. You confuse your identity to be the ego. And from this primary confusion, all problems arise.

The Path of Awakening is the process of waking up from the soul/ego confusion by any means necessary. Whatever inspires you, whatever alights your being, shall become your vehicle into the kingdom of nirvana. From taoism to tantra, buddhism to bon, hinduism to hasidism, sufism to—well you get the idea. Everything has something to offer, many cultures and many divinely inspired gurus. 

I myself shall be delivered into the Buddha’s company on the shoulders of an enormous ferret. :P

Namaste, pilgrims. Welcome to the Evolution. 

(via lazyyogi)

No matter how difficult the access or how high the cost, we will find a way to have sex and not have babies. 

Does that bother you?

How much time do you spend worrying about how much sex someone else will be having?

Kind of perverse, isn’t it?

Those worrying about the sexual activities of others couldn’t be less sexual, less full of life and passion. 

Government is not sexy.

Strict religion silences pleasure, self-discovery.

Bummer. The 70 year old white man with a collar doesn’t believe I should have sex without intending to procreate.

Hate to rebel, padre, but it’s with reckless abandon that I rip my clothes off tonight, with the lights on, just one of many enjoying the fruits of this wondrous existence. 

Nothing can stop this innate gift, not even your persistence. 

No amount of resistance.

Or insistence. 

No foil or foe.

No John or Jane Doe. 

No judgment. No punishment. 

Can strip away this liberty.

This freeing ecstasy. 

After which, what’s left of me. 

Is the same.

I carry no shame.

No blame.

It’s insane.

To wax and to wane. 

Over my body. 

My pleasures.

My pain. 

This is my business.

Clean or dirty. 

In love or in anger. 

Known. Or a stranger. 

Safe. Or in danger. 

Loudly. 

Proudly. 

Shrouded in desire. 

Crowded with fire.

Heat. Combustible. 

Chemistry. Lustable. 

From below. Or above. 

In hate. 

Or in love. 

Get out of my bedroom. 

Stop infecting.

Resurrecting. 

Nonsense. Fear.

Inducing guilt. Tears. 

Left cold and confused. 

Empty and abused. 

Segregated. 

Mind and body split. 

Heart and loins adrift. 

Only pieces remain. 

Hope down the drain.

Because of ignorance.

The arcane. Inane. Insane. 

Caustic. A stain. 

Get out. Silence yourself.

Opinions shelved.

Criticism delved. 

What’s left after it all? 

Death. Extinction.

We all breathe. 

We all love.

We all drink. 

We eat.

We try.

We learn. 

We die. 

Along the way to death.

Enjoy the rest.

Absorb the best.

Laugh.

Discover. 

Dance.

Be entranced.

Engulf.

Remove.

Let go of clothes.

The cloak.

Time to soak. 

And invoke. 

Follow your passion.

Your bliss. 

Know yourself.

Without presence.

You miss.

This.

Here.

Now. 

Be.

Lover.

Achiever.

Believer.

Receiver. 

Alive.

Here to thrive.

More than survive. 

I’m here. 

Now.

As are you.

To enjoy.

Somehow.

Together.

Or apart. 

Let’s embark. 

Rev up.

Start.

Leave the rest behind.

Let go.

Let loose.

Tie a noose.

Around the naysayers.

The fake players. 

The empty prayers. 

Say fuck it.

And be you. 

Everyday anew. 

Relinquish. 

Laugh and play.

Screw.

For no one but you.

All you have is Today. 

Flow and sway. 

Here. Away…

thinkingproblem:

The Universe is in You

(via lazyyogi)

(Source: lazyyogi)

Sit, be warm, stay in your PJs and the let the food come to you. 

La Via Del Respiro- The Way of the Breath

You were birthed not to absorb the emotional debt of your parents. 

Their dreams. Their mistakes. Their opinions. 

You emerged not to retreat back to where you once came. 

Your fears. Your lessons. Your truths. 

You are granted breath not to hold it hostage beneath your heart. 

Your air. Somehow separate. Now belonging to you. 

You awaken each day with a pulse, a rhythm with which to live your life. 

Your beat. Your stir. Your drum. 

You march to it, ignoring the deafening reverberations of others. 

Their stomp. Their sync. Their song. 

You submerge in it, forgetting. 

Your light. Your lyric. Your love. 

You find your path again.

Your way. Your trail. Your hum. 

You see others on your way. 

Their successes. Their struggles. Their psalm. 

You let go of it all. 

Your past. Your failures. Your brawl. 

You hear yourself in their strum. 

Your uniqueness. Your sameness. Your all. 

You accept what is, the whole. 

Your goodness. Their connectedness. Oneness. 

You’re All. 

Three films worth watching and a dialogue worth having.