the brightest kind of flame

For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame.

This Night

Come and sit with me this night

so we may talk philosophy of a bird’s flight

this complexity that is

her simply gliding upon the wind.

Yes! Come sit with me during this midnight shower

so that something may finally pound louder

than our hearts;

who wish to ignore their own beating.

Maybe then we shall understand our meeting

Don’t miss all the people who love you just because you’re missing someone.

If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.

—Osho  (via womanbythesea)

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herkindoftea:

Stuck in a state of musing and writing down necessary reminders. #itiswell

herkindoftea:

Stuck in a state of musing and writing down necessary reminders. #itiswell

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