met·a·mor·pho·sis

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medəˈmôrfəsəs/

noun

ZOOLOGY

 

  1. (in an insect or amphibian) the process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages.

    • a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.

      synonyms:

      transformation, change, alteration, conversion, modification, 

      transubstantiation

      "her amazing metamorphosis from wormy caterpillar into beautiful butterfly"

Posted by Leanna - Friday, May 1, 2015 - 12:50pm


So I'm back, to the velvet underground
Back to the floor, that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was
To the gypsy... that I was
And it all comes down to you
Well, you know that it does
Well, lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
Ah, and it lights up the night
And you see your gypsy
You see your gypsy
To the gypsy that remains faces freedom with a little fear
I have no fear, I have only love
And if I was a child
And the child was enough
Enough for me to love
Enough to love
She is dancing away from me now
She was just a wish
She was just a wish
And a memory is all that is left for you now
You see your gypsy
You see your gypsy
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
And it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
And it all comes down to you
I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
And it all comes down to you
I still see your bright eyes, bright eyes
(She was just a wish)
(She was just a wish)
And it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
Posted by Leanna - Friday, May 1, 2015 - 5:23am


The truth is, self-sufficiency is a myth perpetuated by pride and temporary success.  Health and wealth can disappear instantly, as can life itself.  Rejoice in your insufficiency, knowing that your power is made perfect in times of weakness.  Do not spoil these quiet hours by wishing them away.  Be grateful for the moments requiring you to be still.  Dead flowers may provide the environment to create new blooms given time, nourishment, patience, and faith.  Before you realize, a garden will flourish before your eyes.  

 

Posted by Leanna - Thursday, April 30, 2015 - 1:44pm


leave.  Don't continue watering a dead flower."
 

Posted by Leanna - Thursday, April 30, 2015 - 12:57pm


truth

tro͞oTH/

noun

 

  1. that which is in accordance with fact or reality.

    "truth is stranger than fiction"

    synonyms:

    veracity, sincerity, candor, honesty

 

Posted by Leanna - Wednesday, April 29, 2015 - 4:05pm


"Forget-Me-Not"

'For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves.
I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand,
I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on the chair.
I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine.
I spill without staining, and I leave without stirring the air.
I do it for love.  For love, I disappear.'

via apgibson

Posted by Leanna - Wednesday, April 29, 2015 - 12:25pm


I was
the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes,
the one with an old red hook in her mouth,
the mouth that kept bleeding
into the terrible fields of her soul.
The one who kept dropping off to sleep,
for hours and hours
and then she’d wake,
after the small death,
and then she’d be as soft as,
as delicate as,
an excess of light,
with nothing dangerous at all,
with no trap doors,
with nothing more honest
than your hand in her hand - 
with nobody, nobody, but you.
Anne Sexton

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All my desires are born of my dreams.  And I have proven my love with words.  To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination enclosed me?  I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own.  The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love.  My amorous imagination has always been constant and high enough so that nothing could attempt to convince me of error.
— Paul Éluard, At the Window

 

Posted by Leanna - Monday, April 27, 2015 - 10:41pm


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The memories of the past inhere in what might be called the "Soul Memory" or in that portion of the person called the Atman (Over-Soul or Sutratma)-- in other words, in the Permanent Identity which periodically reembodies for each earthly experience.  Through meditation one stills the conscious mind process and once the habitual state of agitated thought is transcended, the center of consciousness of the personality-self becomes identified with the center of consciousness of the Soul-Self.  In this state, one obtains clear access to the past and future.  
-- Gina Cerminara, Many Lives, Many Loves

Posted by Leanna - Monday, April 27, 2015 - 3:00pm


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"She's known sadness,
and it has made her kind."
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Posted by Leanna - Sunday, April 26, 2015 - 6:36am


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The undoing of everything I've ever known commences.  
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Posted by Leanna - Friday, April 24, 2015 - 10:30pm