Blog Posts - anandalila yoga

The Bliss of With

5/29/2015

You have come to me out of antiquities
We have loved one another for generations
We have loved one another for centuries

You teach me to trust the voice of my voices
You teach me to believe my own believings
You touch the palpability of my possibilities

Together we reflect what our mirrors conceal
Together we upgrade the sun in our meridians
We remain open night and day to transcendence

You are incompletely disguised as a mortal
You are the eternal stranger I have always known
I saw your wings this morning
I saw your wings this morning
James Broughton

what mountain

4/30/2015

eat my heart out

4/24/2015

Eat my heart out.
Suck the marrow from
my bones
and
crunch through what is left.
Devour my flesh,
seasoned with the
salt of my tears
and the juice of
my desire.
I am tired of being
dipped in honey,
drizzled in chocolate,
powdered in sugar
for your dining pleasure.
Take me raw
as I am
strong
and
bitter
and
sweet.
Relish my textures.
Savor my flavor.

you are worth all you desire...

4/23/2015

Please, I beg of you, pet more cats, wear more fringe, make all of your own rules, have wild sex, love your past for what it gave you, be naughty when you feel like it, have breakfast for dinner, leave the friendship, break up with normal, be the crazy you want to see in the world, burn candles during the day, get to know your dark side & learn to love it, don’t take on other people’s vampiric energy, sleep in if you need to, discover the power of a vintage slip, know your words have power & remember that you are divinely uniquely twisted DNA & every single microscopic bit of you is pure magic. Never, ever forget you are worth all you desire.

And more.

Stay gold. Stay wild. Love big. Laugh hard. Be free.

rhiannon...

11/2/2014

simply delicious.

the 2800 year old kiss

10/31/2014

This is from an archeological site called Hasanlu, level IVB, which was burned after a military attack. People from both fighting sides were killed in the fire, which apparently spread quite unexpectedly and quickly through the town. These skeletons were found in a plaster grain bin, probably hiding from soldiers, they almost certainly asphyxiated quickly because of the fire. They are both male, which could indicate a family connection (or maybe a homosexual relationship). The “head wound” is actually from modern-day excavators. The skeleton couple was unearthed in 1972.

Theses skeletons were found in a bin with no objects. The only feature is a stone slab under the head of the skeleton on the left hand side (SK335). Some sources claim that skeletons, appearing to kiss each other, were buried 6000 years ago, but that’s not true. The archeologist who studied the skeletons say they were there since 2800 years ago. The University of Pennsylvania has determined that the couple died together in about 800 B.C. The skeletons do appear like they are kissing each other before they died – as if to signify that love is eternal.

via http://rarehistoricalphotos.com/2800-year-old-kiss/

burn baby, burn

9/24/2014

If you prefer smoke over fire
then get up now and leave.
For I do not intend to perfume
your mind’s clothing
with more sooty knowledge.

No, I have something else in mind.
Today I hold a flame in my left hand
and a sword in my right.
There will be no damage control today.

For God is in a mood
to plunder your riches and
fling you nakedly
into such breathtaking poverty
that all that will be left of you
will be a tendency to shine.

So don’t just sit around this flame
choking on your mind.
For this is no campfire song
to mindlessly mantra yourself to sleep with.

Jump now into the space
between thoughts
and exit this dream
before I burn the damn place down.

~ Adyashanti

on writing -

7/27/2014

"Write without thinking of the result in terms of a result, but think of the writing in terms of discovery, which is to say that creation must take place between the pen and the paper, not before in a thought or afterwords in a recasting. it will come if it is there and if you will let it come." - Gertrude Stein

simply stunning

7/19/2014

estuary

6/29/2014

There is peace here, where the river
widens to meet the sea. The rapids
are past; the boulders and the rocky
places at last give way to a broad
and sweeping current, flowing
slowly into vastness. The river
moves silently, tastes the salty tide
that marks its demise, and slips
without a backward glance, into
the ocean's infinite embrace.

- Danna Faulds

in memory of Amy Carroll