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Rocky springboards jumps

happyhypothesis — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 13:57:50 +0000

Rocky springboards jumps, originally uploaded by B℮n.

Frida Kahlo Blue Bird

happyhypothesis — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 13:24:55 +0000

Frida Kahlo Blue Bird, originally uploaded by les_bonnes_femmes.

Power of Observation

happyhypothesis — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 19:37:57 +0000

In Science, the act of observing can actually change the phenomenon being observed.

when the right person beings to observe our lives, our actions change, and that which was deep down inside, is suddenly excavated out. It was always there, I was just too bored or fearful to let it out. To have a witness get as excited as I am, that it’s done, makes all the difference.

:)

happyhypothesis — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 01:42:07 +0000

-, originally uploaded by Scotie the killer.

yep.

My heart is too sticky.

happyhypothesis — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 11:18:28 +0000

ugh… i wish i didn’t feel this way, still…

One of the keys to happiness that I stuggle with the most is the ability to break emotional attachments to people and events, which are always unpredictable and uncontrollable, in order to foster an attitude of acceptance. :: sigh ::

knowing you’ll be right, and doing the wrong thing for the experience anyways…

happyhypothesis — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 14:27:32 +0000

When does saying “yes” to life, become a liability?

Or is it better to be bumped, bruised and incredibly interesting because of all the experiences – to know you lived the candle of life with both ends lit…

The Greatest of These is Love

happyhypothesis — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 23:54:43 +0000

The Greatest of These is Love, originally uploaded by Bia Moreira.

… #15 I believe that amazing stories of true-love don’t only exist in the movies.

thank you new york

happyhypothesis — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 16:02:44 +0000

On the brink of greatness. Just when I thought a beautiful memory of the past became a closed book, I receive a phone call. It’s amazing to find that it is true – we move in a circle with the ones we care about (cared about and will care about) remaining in the center. Regardless of communication, our distance remains constant. Their absence may hurt at times, but in an instant, that gap can collapse. Right On Time.

(credit for photo: unknown!)

How beautiful…

happyhypothesis — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:10:33 +0000

We may know it, we may not, but our object of love is always god. Whenever we fall in love we fall in love with god. It may be just a glimpse and the glimpse may disappear, but we have fallen in love with god; it is always so.

When you fall in love with a woman you have seen a glimpse of the divine. It is not really the woman that you have fallen in love with; she has been just a window, a beautiful window but still a window. You have seen something beyond, it may have been just a flash; that’s why it is so difficult to explain your love affair to anybody.

If somebody asks, ‘Why have you fallen in love with this woman?’ it is almost inexplicable. And if you try to explain it looks absurd, even to you. Whatsoever answer you give seems to be wrong, and not to give any answer also doesn’t seem right. But the problem is that you have not fallen in love with this woman at all: you have fallen in love with something beyond.

It is as if you have seen a sunset through a window. Now the sun is gone, it is dark outside and you cannot believe how you fell in love with this window. There seems to be no reason at all, but you cannot deny that something happened, something mysterious happened.

Wherever love happens it is always between you and god. Sometimes you have glimpsed him in a flower, sometimes in a star, sometimes in a song, sometimes in the giggle of a child. God comes in so many ways but all these are fragments of god.

Once you start understanding that all love is towards god, just as all rivers are flowing towards the ocean, notwithstanding their directions… One river is going to the north, another is going to the south, some other river is going to the east, some other to the west: notwithstanding their direction they are all moving, groping unconsciously, they are probing and groping for the ocean. They may not be able to answer why; and man also is not able to answer the question why, but we live for that, we move towards that.

Once it becomes conscious, that is sannyas. You still fall in love with a woman but no more only with the woman; in fact you are grateful to the woman that she allowed you a glimpse of god. You still fall in love with a bird on the wing but you know that in that moment something of god has penetrated you. The descent of the bird and something has moved within you, you have touched some depth inside your own being. Or just a small flower dancing touches you, moves you.

Be consciously in love with god.

~Osho