Muscles rupture beneath the cavity of my chest
Skin, tight and dry
Lacking luster
Raised bumps, speak truth of present knowledge
Knowledge erased by laughter from the past
Light, spills through the cracks and onto the freshly painted walls
and boarders
which have been built around this idea

"You can’t make homes out of human beings", she says gently.
But you can sure as hell build jail cells


In the mind’s depths lie untapped sources of great power: desires and drives of such magnitude that the mind is rarely under any real control; it simply moves about as it likes. To train these forces to obey the conscious will is the only way to be free from the mind’s race-old urges and proddings. But this kind of training, Mahatma Gandhi once said, requires the patience of someone trying to empty the sea with a teacup.

The method for training the mind is meditation. One way to visualize what happens in meditation is to think of the raw stuff of consciousness as clay, shaped on the potter’s wheel of the mind. The shapes this clay has taken - strong desires, fears, attitudes, and aspirations, every habitual way of thinking - determine a person’s behavior. Meditation slowly allows access to a level of awareness where these rigid shapes can be softened and made pliable again, until finally consciousness becomes like amorphous clay. Then the mind has no habits. It rests in its native state - calm, clear, adaptable, and endlessly responsive. Action then is no longer a matter of stimulus and response; it becomes unconditioned, spontaneous, and free.

The Dhammapada (via cosmicroots)