I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up.– Shane Koyczan, from The Student (via apoetreflects).
Every breath you take is a step towards death.– Imam Ali (as)
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image...– Pablo Neruda (via loverofbeauty)
Let go of what has passed. Let go of what may come. Let go of what is happening...– Tilopa (via yogachocolatelove)