Two of me
There are two of me.
One who is following the routine
Sleep, eat, work, and repeat.
One who is living the dream
Limitless, fearless, facing the unknown, heads on.
One is the reality and one is the dream.
And these two together are sucking the life out of me.
There are two of me.
One who is following the routine,
And one who is living the dream.
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So I gave Wordpress a try
It was supposed to be a combined form of my personal blog (@deepcrimsonroses) and my creative works blog (@ella-rc-xxiv) but I don't like the user interface. For website building, it is pretty good — there's lots you're able to customize. But for my personal blogging needs, especially after being away for a while and only just trying to get into it again, Tumblr is more than enough. Heck I'd say it's actually easier to use and still can deliver just as much functionality as Wordpress.
Or perhaps it's just me and my inability to move on from Tumblr, my first love.
Anyways, it's great to be back Tumblr. Here's to a fresh(ish) start!
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Does anyone care?
I starved myself until I felt as little as my 1st grade self. My small breasts and slim waist appealed to bearded men twice my age. The attention I craved was more than physical, I longed to be coddled. To be wanted and praised by those who have experienced decades of life. I played pretend, wore doll's clothes, and filled my empty belly with expensive cocktails. After stroking their ego, I gave them my body. Their calloused fingertips grazed my ribs, plucking each one to play a haunting melody. I stretched across unfamilar territory with my back arched - this was my mating call. As they thrust into me with no mercy, I did my best to keep my moans delicate. I have mastered the art of mimicked pleasure. The dead weight of a man slowly empties the air from my lungs and I say nothing when musky sweat drips into my mouth. I am crushed, pounded, and praised. Then they cum, anywhere. I like to study them when they finish. Their mouth always hangs open, out of breath, hair wet, hunched over, quickly tugging at themselves as if I'm desperate to be sticky. I am relieved to be finished because now, I can eat. I show off my concave stomach one more time as I dress in front of them. Then, with my mouth thick with their spit and tasting of their dick, I leave.
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Without Love There Is No Spiritual Path (The Yoga of Love, Bhakti, Part 3) -- Podcast of Spiritual Awakening Radio
"The Supreme Being Radhasoami Dayal [Merciful Lord of the Soul] is, the Ocean or Reservoir of Love, and Surat [the Soul], which is His particle, i.e., emanation or current, is also of the essence of love. Therefore, unless love is engendered in the Surat [the attention-faculty of the Soul], it cannot merge into its Reservoir. In other words, the practice of traversing on this path and reaching the Source (which is known as the practice of Surat and Shabd [yoga or meditation]) could never be performed properly or correctly carried on." (Huzur Maharaj Rai Saligram, Radhasoami Mat Sandesh)
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"Without love, there is no spiritual path.
The path lives in love.
With intensification of love, one comes in contact
with the True Sound,
And like a lotus in water, abides in its peace and bliss."
-- Sant Dariya Sahib of Bihar
"Love is that power that makes God break His own laws in order to serve the devotee. Love is that meditation or method that makes the impossible possible. That which is harsh becomes gentle; the enemy becomes friend; the weak become strong; the concealed becomes revealed. Even though it is said that it takes many lifetimes to realize the Divine, if a devotee performs sadhana [meditation practice] with true, unwavering devotion, then the Divine Will manifest at that moment." (Swami Vyasanand, The Inward Journey of the Soul)
"Without Bhakti [spiritual love] and devotion, nobody can swim across the vast and deep ocean of this samsara [sansaar, world of changes] even if one makes use of lakhs [thousands] of ways and means; but if one takes to the Word and develops love for Shabd [the Sound Current], one will one hundred percent go to his eternal abode." (The Essential Kabir, M.G. Gupta translation)
"How can one sit so still, repeat only holy names and think of God constantly? 'By falling in love,' Mataji answered serenely. 'Because when one is truly in love nothing but the beloved can enter one’s mind. So the secret of surat shabd yoga and of mysticism,' she goaded, 'is not necessarily practice and more practice, but love. To be so devoted to one’s Lord that nothing can stand in the way-this and nothing else is the truth of Sant Mat,' Mataji stressed." (Yogani Mataji, Enchanted Land)
"There never was or ever will be anything but love, expressing itself infinitely." (Sant Jnaneswar of Maharashtra)
In Divine Love (Bhakti), Light, and Sound, At the Feet of the Masters,
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