remember all the bricks i have laid down when we are finished here.
remember the boundaries i have placed.
remember the way the birds left the trees;
they are with me now.
they won’t stay anywhere they aren’t safe.
i am trying to learn from them.
i am trying to learn from the mistakes left carefully in my care,
these tender seeds that take so long to sprout,
so long to do anything but wallow.
i must remember that tears are not my enemy.
i must remember the shallow sound in the deep, dark room.
i must remember the echoes of love. of death. of life. of forgiving myself when it is hard.

of all the things you could teach me, i wasn’t expecting softness (via lonelyextraterrestrial)

When someone tells you, “I love you,” and then you feel, “Oh, I must be worthy after all,” that’s an illusion. That’s not true. Or someone says, “I hate you,” and you think, “Oh, God, I knew it; I’m not very worthy,” that’s not true either. Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, “I love you,” he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, “I hate you,” she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views—literally.

Adyashanti  (via larmoyante)