Under a mystic sea of burning stars,
With no questions to ask—no answers to find,
I wondered if you’d ever thought about vastness.
As if we’re sleeping, you said.
When will we wake up and realize,
We are only hanging from the bottom of a sphere?
And we could drop into the infinite Unknown
If one small rock fell out of the sky,
And realigned our magnet.
Will the backdrop of the night’s sky fall,
And the flames that are our endlessly burning hearts,
Be startled out of their slumber,
And wonder,
When did you stop making me laugh?
(Source: julian-baker)
Each moment contains a hundred messages from God.
To every cry of ‘Oh, God!’
He answers a hundred times:
‘I am Here.’
- RumiI don’t even know what to write after this. I love all of Rumi’s work but these verses never fail to move me each time I read them. I love how, in the midst of all the…
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Guys, one of my friends on Facebook was so excited that Taco Bell was bringing back the Beefy Crunch Burrito that she posted a message on their Facebook wall and asked them if they had a poster that she could get and hang up in her room. And Taco Bell legit sent her a giant-ass poster. I am laughing so hard right now.
(via callmewondergirl)