June 2012
90 posts
May 2012
86 posts
take me down to where the hills meet the sea on a stormy day
being
with you is a long, sweet, colorful dream where everything is cosmically absurd but at the same time absolutely right
“
a woman can’t survive
by her own breath
alone
she must know
the voices of mountains
she must recognize
the foreverness of blue sky
she must flow
with the elusive
bodies
of night wind women
who will take her into
her own self
look at me
I am not a separate woman
I am a continuance
of blue sky
I am the throat
of the sandia mountains
a night wind woman
who burns
with every breath
she takes
yoga
a series of postures performed to prepare the body for meditation
he says he can’t practice yoga in this country because it has become something else here. i feel my eyes opening to the truth behind this.
this motivation behind our practice is in need of much pondering and scrutiny
om…
photos by leigh marr ^
Black Hills of South Dakota
sunday morning in new york city
splitting a mango and a chillum pack for breakfast with this magic boy i’ve known forever and a day … love abounds @robotmoss
i like your dreads :)
my dreads like you ;)
