Sweet Surrender: Paradox

My thoughts about life are kind of a paradox. Both contradictory sides of each argument, each context, co-exist dynamically. Both want to merge forces, and both give each other strength by existing separately.

It’s hard to just isolate some key thoughts when the whole world screams at me with its energy, its beauty, the strangeness and the madness. There is so much happening. So much stimulation, my voice is harder to hear. All this noise, and yet harmony. Cities with dense energy, thriving souls, intelligent ideas forming and multiplying. The pressure in the world is building. People are also waking up. My life is also becoming more transparent. The hidden parts are coming to life. Creatively, powerfully. You are part of the unraveling masterpiece. Let’s play.

I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
— Unknown (via mustangblood)

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This is called “Body Scapes” and is created by artist John Poppleton.
He uses fluorescent pigment to paint landscapes in female models then photographs them under UV light for the final effect. Beautiful :)

Beautiful Alan Watts quote within chill song:

"If you awaken from this illusion, and you understand that black implies white. Self implies other. Life implies death. You can feel yourself, not as a stranger here on earth, not as someone here on sufferance, on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental. What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.

So, say in Hindu mythology, they say that the world is the drama of God. God is not something in Hindu mythology with a white beard that sits on a throne, that has royal perogatives. God in Indian mythology is the self, ‘Satchitananda.’ Which means ‘sat,’ that which is, ‘chit,’ that which is consciousness; that which is ‘ananda’ is bliss. In other words, what exists, reality itself is gorgeous, it is the fullness of total joy. Wowee! And all those stars, if you look out in the sky, is a firework display like you see on the fourth of July, which is a great occasion for celebration; the universe is a celebration, it is a fireworks show to celebrate that existence is. Wowee.”