I’m stealing alot from other people’s xangas…
It is not that we should try for flawlessness, but that we try.
Always forgive, because the human spirit is
easily splintered by grudges. Speak tenderly, lovingly.
Allow the fluency of routine be interrupted, at times, by impulsiveness.
And pray, never clip those wings of hope,
for with them, you can rise above despair.
Life is far less in memory, and spirit, though if we do not stop
and savor in all that is tender and warmhearted:
The intimacy of a kiss, of breathless desire.
The winded laughter of friends, echoing into long
emptied coffee mugs and lamp lit rooms.
The vivacious feeling, of an affectionate embrace.
The stretching smile of unadulterated delight,
from someone dear, someone cherished.
We live, and this world we live in is satiated in splendor,
in daily miracles of magnificence, only waiting for
one to lift the blinders of materialism and observe:
The silken yawn of dawn and dusk. Sun beams fragmented,
like a kaleidoscope, by leafy tree tops. The scent of the earth
after a summer rain. The sea, with all its elegance and vigor.
Misty mornings, blades of grass crowned with dew.
Fireflies winking in the melodious twilight of summer.
The serenity of earth laden with the pale powder of snow.
The tiny pin-pricks of stars in the ebony mantle of sky.
And then there is, the sacred rhythms of your heartbeat,
the delicate whistle of your own breath.
The intricate, mystifying ways in which the human body survives.
That we are here, that we are alive.
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit,
and that’s what everyone wants.
But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person
who shows you everything that is holding you back,
the person who brings you to your own attention
so you can change your life.
A true soul mate is probably the most important person
you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls
and smack you awake.
But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful.
Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal
another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.
– Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert