zenmind-nomind:

Where does the circle begin?

Where does the circle begin?
Is it a line you guess with your pen?
Is the passage of time
just a spin of a dime
along crooked line
to a finishing sign?
If you go on and on
feeling lost, feeling numb,
will you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?

Where does the circle begin?
Is it the distance you run from your sin?
Is your knowledge of past
what sustains you to last,
what you’ve seen,
what you’ve done,
under moon
under sun?
If you keep looking back
on your life in the black
will you see what you want
in this meaningless hunt?

Where does the circle begin?
Is it the distance you mark from a pin?
If you run round the edge
on the cusp of the ledge
searching bush, searching hedge
in the seas that you dredge
if you look for the one
under heaven and sun
will you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?

Where does the circle begin?
Can you trace another thats been?
If you copy your father,
your mother,
your brother
will you find your true self
or will you still suffer?
Is there a template for you
to know what is true?
Can you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?

Where does the circle begin?
I’ll tell you, I’ve seen it, I’ve been!
It is born in the sound of the voice of the ground
and the moon and the stars
and the sky that is ours
and the compulsion to ask!

And though I stand on the sand
With my heart in my hand
I can hear there’s a sound
In the darkness I found

For there is infinite possibility
In the depths of my limits, see
From a seed grows a tall tree
And the knowledge we’re born free!

And in the sound that I found
In the voice of the ground.
And the resonant art
Of my hand and my heart

Where does the circle begin?
Its easy, its drawn from within!

by Dan Osborne

zenmind-nomind:

Where does the circle begin?

Where does the circle begin?
Is it a line you guess with your pen?
Is the passage of time
just a spin of a dime
along crooked line
to a finishing sign?
If you go on and on
feeling lost, feeling numb,
will you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?

Where does the circle begin?
Is it the distance you run from your sin?
Is your knowledge of past
what sustains you to last,
what you’ve seen,
what you’ve done,
under moon
under sun?
If you keep looking back
on your life in the black
will you see what you want
in this meaningless hunt?

Where does the circle begin?
Is it the distance you mark from a pin?
If you run round the edge
on the cusp of the ledge
searching bush, searching hedge
in the seas that you dredge
if you look for the one
under heaven and sun
will you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?

Where does the circle begin?
Can you trace another thats been?
If you copy your father,
your mother,
your brother
will you find your true self
or will you still suffer?
Is there a template for you
to know what is true?
Can you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?

Where does the circle begin?
I’ll tell you, I’ve seen it, I’ve been!
It is born in the sound of the voice of the ground
and the moon and the stars
and the sky that is ours
and the compulsion to ask!

And though I stand on the sand
With my heart in my hand
I can hear there’s a sound
In the darkness I found

For there is infinite possibility
In the depths of my limits, see
From a seed grows a tall tree
And the knowledge we’re born free!

And in the sound that I found
In the voice of the ground.
And the resonant art
Of my hand and my heart

Where does the circle begin?
Its easy, its drawn from within!

by Dan Osborne

"Ordinary men hate solitude.
But the Master makes use of it,
embracing his aloneness, realizing
he is one with the whole universe."

- Lao Tzu (via lazyyogi)

ourtangledbones:

alecshao:

T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (fragments)

ENG 140 memories

(via ourtangledbones-deactivated2012)

Tattoos

thevirtualhermit:

My mother hates these
Intentional scars finding no
Beauty in the lines and dots
I meticulously chose and not
Understanding I’d rather be judged for
The ink I inflict upon virgin skin
Than the color and texture
I was born with. 

genderbendingriotqueer:

Andrea Gibson, “maybe i need you”

You can never reblog Andrea Gibson too many times.

(via quentinandrew-deactivated201303)

All of This

punkdbyeros:

I need this

All of this

 

To shape me

To shake me

To take me where I ought to be

To school me

To fool me

To scare me into being free

To hail me

To fail me

To watch me as I gain control

To bless me

To caress me

To be there when I fall in love

 

So, trust me.

I need this,

All of this.

 

 

(punkdbyeros)

(via punkdbyeros-deactivated20120520)

joshuabrandonbennett:

The unchained genius of Michael Lee.

(via quentinandrew-deactivated201303)

wearedeadpaper:

take me away

from this stagnant

life we’re binded in,

where air is taken

for granted,

and life is nothing

but a ticking clock.

i need something more,

something better.

sweep me into dreams

of vibrant tides,

where light and color

are inhaled and exhaled

like breath and each beat

of a heart is beautiful,

even if it hurts.

this is what we need,

this is living.

let’s get lost there

together,

and drown forever.

(via theclotheshorse)