"Listening is an art that comes from a quiet mind and an open heart. Listening uses all of your senses and it is a very subtle skill. Listening, just listening - not only with the ear, with your being. Your being becomes the instrument of listening. Your sensing mechanism in life is not just your ears, eyes, skin sensitivity and analytic mind. It’s something deeper in you. It’s some intuitive quality of knowing. With all of your being you become an antenna to the nature of another person."
Everyone can draw a geometric form and is only that, Geometry. However, when you combine The Spirit, The Consciousness and The Heart with The Geometry; you are creating Sacred Geometry. Therefore; The Sacred Geometry refers to, the way to open the heart and to evolve the consciousness throughout the geometric modules.
~ Drunvalo Melchizedek
if you don’t think you are very smart or funny or good looking or whatever then maybe just try to focus on the things that are great about you… like maybe you are good at remembering birthdays or important days, or you are gentle and kind with animals, or you are good at being patient with children or you have mastered the art of roasting marshmellows to perfection…. you don’t have to be Einstein or a top model to celebrate yourself
literally the best text post on tumblr
"Consider that you radiate. At all times. Consider that what you’re feeling right now is rippling outward into a field of is-ness that anyone can dip their oar into. You are felt. You are heard. You are seen. If you were not here, the world would be different. Because of your presence, the universe is expanding."
"A hunch is angel talk, and probably should not be ignored. Listen to your hunches, pay attention to your intuition, do not dismiss your random thoughts, inspirations or ideas. Heaven talks in snippets, not in speeches. Angels whisper fast." ~Neale Donald Walsch"
#neal donald walsch
Poetry Is Everywhere
Even on the NYC subway system.
This is a poem I read in the “Poetry In Motion” series on my way home from work a few days ago, and I wanted to share it with you on this lovely Sunday:
West of rest is sleep
where waters meet
and out, rising up
to the stars, peace