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this is me (Taken with instagram)

vbshalom:

“I have arrived. I am home. My destination is in each step.”
—Thich Nhat Hanh
Source : nirvikalpa
photo : Karen Michel

asoulman:

“Because you are alive, everything is possible.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh, Living Buddha, Living Christ
Art, Dali Christ: Paul Heussenstamm

catwriter:

“Most people are afraid of suffering. But suffering is a kind of mud to help the lotus flower grow. There cannot be a lotus flower without the mud.”—Thich Nhat Hanh

picturesofwar:

This day in history:
Gandhi is assassinated in New Delhi, India by Nathuram Godse, a Hindu nationalist who shot him three times at point blank range as he was on his way to attend a prayer meeting.
The day of his death is now recognized within India as “Martyrs’ Day.”
January 30, 1948 - 64 years ago today.

one fish, two fish…. blue fish, blue fish ;) (Taken with instagram)

The Mommy and Nami Show (Taken with instagram)

live slow, die whenever*

The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everyone

ombuddha:

When you run after your thoughts, you are like a dog chasing a stick. Every time a stick is thrown, you run after it. Instead, be like a lion who, rather than chasing after the stick, turns to face the thrower. One only throws a stick at a lion once.
Milarepa.
Photo by Arjun Purkayastha.

creativepotion:

(via weareallstarstuff, beautifulurself)

“suspended in a sunbeam”

“We succeeded in taking that picture from deep space, and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.”
-Carl Sagan