Pyramystical

On Becoming the Bodhisattva
She’s closer to god than me and her father. We look to her for more guidance than anyone else. You are our love and our light, little bug. I bow my spirit to the mirror that is yours. Our Celestial Grace. πŸ›πŸžπŸπŸ’˜πŸ™πŸŒžπŸ™

She’s closer to god than me and her father. We look to her for more guidance than anyone else. You are our love and our light, little bug. I bow my spirit to the mirror that is yours. Our Celestial Grace. πŸ›πŸžπŸπŸ’˜πŸ™πŸŒžπŸ™

I have been out of the loop of the interweb and now that I’ve had a night of wifi, my anxiety is through the roof.

flowersofgaia:

The same sun illuminates usΒ 
Your need is my needΒ 
Both of us feel thirst
Both of us need shelterΒ 
Both of us feel hunger
Let us be done with our individualisms
and think of the collective need

(via barefootawareness)