wanderer
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
~ Edward Abbey
the home of the master
is not always what we expect.
the soul of the yogi is sometimes, more than a little, troubled.
the heart of the guru
not always easy or calm.
the path of the pilgrim
not always smooth and straight.
a lot of good angels
seem to be very scruffy.
the most valiant warriors come carrying death on their swords.
the best pastures for the beloved sheep
are often quite tricky to find.
the best of life
usually comes to us the very hard way.
we fall. we learn.
we rise. we fall again.
in these days of fast food.
loud, busy
and instant everything.
silence, prayer
and that elusive, most difficult, quality-
self mastery
are still the pathways
to happiness
🌅
Amy Lloyd
Let’s run. Let’s keep running. Let’s swallow so much blue our mouths become skies become oceans. Hold on to whatever of me is easiest, like my hands or this thing in my chest that can’t stop talking about you.
by Yves Olade
life: acoustic & amplified 