"Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love."
Osho (via electrichoney)
This, a million times.
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
last October
Pembroke, VA
Feeling nostalgic
thinking back to Soco Amaretto Lime
my first apartment with blank halls,
a leather couch and freedom
riding the mountainous hills—
taken care of.
Bills are paid, food is supplied
all’s left is to live and
determine which route you’d like to get to campus
it was sad, self-centered, then
now it’s beautiful, an entire world constructed,
to the last brick, in my mind.
I got lost in myself
hard to accept it when worrying about having it again
the greatest tragedy of truncated time.
I was quiet and safe
I think if I want that feeling again
I need to be quiet and safe
otherwise it’s important to let myself
get lost in me—on a beach
in a busy downtown
driving in the car,
watching scenery pass
in a forest
wander into the wooded forest
A little taste of Florida.
Just passed the threshold
between numbness to work problems
and complete lucidity of thought
from a suddenly empty mind.
Faced this decision a week ago when ordering prosciutto from the deli at Winn Dixie. My pretension was met with “huh?” followed by how you’re supposed to pronounce it down here.
I miss the days
…when I would meander towards the library on campus to find a book about something I’d never known, and stand in the aisle, and absorb some kind of novel information, though I didn’t really know what useful anecdotes I was subliminally learning. But it felt like the thing of all things to do at that moment, As if what they were telling me to do was like telling me to turn on the TV instead of walking outside.
I fall in love to lose control
It’s a feeling I rarely enjoy,
and embrace when it comes close
like the first bite of ice cream after a long winter
but eventually—
always
I long for solid ground
something my legs can push against
and I fight and reach
to find gravity again
for it can’t be her
I won’t let myself count on it
great things
There’s a certain feeling to now. Some people create great things at 24, or 40, and do more than most have done at 72. It’s all numbers, yet I’m all stuck in a place dragged along by an impulse feeling like I’m ready to do something great.
There are things to be said about love right now but really I’ve probably only followed the path that so many have wrote songs about doing and accepted it as “what should be.”
