nothing lasts but nothing is lost

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“Nothing lasts.  Nothing.  Lasts.  Everything is changing into something else.

Nothing is wrong… nothing is wrong.  Everything is on track.

Yeah, William Blake said ‘nothing is lost.'  Nothing is lost.  And I really believe that.  We only move on.” – Terence McKenna

One of the most beautiful, haunting, and deeply profound expressions of sound I have ever had the pleasure of hearing.  Thank you Simon Posford, Raja Ram, and Terence McKenna.

Days end. Few nothings last. It is tomorrow;
three bottles of perfume past that second sorrow.

I scrub my neck, my collar. Haste!– I borrow
minutes from the longer arm of my second sorrow.

The first woe: a toothless mouth: a dull arrow
of a wail. I was a child before my second sorrow.

Then, I learned to mourn for more mores, for marrow.
(I am a woman. It is my last and second sorrow.)

I married that nothing: once through and thorough.
The only song I sing is of my second sorrow.

How many todays have I lost to tomorrow,
in my lap, tending to the red of my second sorrow?

*

Now tell me what to have for lunch tomorrow.
The bowls turn yellow from a second sorrow

–I am hungry, my limbs a load on this barrow–
and spoons refuse the stench of that second sorrow.

Leave it be! I will eat, write, and become a hero.
Live it be! It is only a small, only a second sorrow.

*

A crimson blot against the sky: a sparrow
made of my second sorrow.

*

A second refrain: we will meet, we will meet–
Tomorrow. Past the perfume of our sorrow.

We will meet, we will meet. (No mention of our grand sorrow.)
We will meet, we will meet. Quietly. Tomorrow.

OKAY, so i fuckin love tattoo colin <3

alSO sean-shoots-at-nothing wanted ross with a tattoo about colin and its a phone line cord get it 

the back tattoo is of the lonely mountain and the quote under that is of the first draft of the ‘not all who wander are lost’ poem:

All that is gold does not glitter;

all that is long does not last;

All that is old does not wither;

not all that is over is past.

also the tramp stamp of the howing wolf is a nod to wereROSS because i love that headcanon

melodixus asked:

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand don’t expect it often or in public though. | I would never stop kissing kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you with my life. | I am falling would fall in love with you but a beast can’t love. | I would destroy realms kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you. | You are the calm of my eternal storm

I’ve felt lost the last few days, like there’s nothing I can do to fix my soul as it is so exhausted due to the recent circumstances I’ve had to face. I have to go see a specialist this coming Wednesday where they are going to finally diagnose me with being infertile as well as a few more tests to find out why my body has been doing the things it has been doing. I was in perfect health until I reached my twenties it seems and now there is little to nothing I can do except continue to take antibiotics and prednisone as they prescribe it to me. On top of that, I am down to three people on my team (myself included) so I am watching my personal life slowly diminish and I am left in creative ruts. I’ve been doing simple tarot card readings for myself, and this morning I pulled the star which has been the most uplifting and correct response to what I’ve been feeling. Then, there was a knock at the door, a shipment of crystals I had forgotten about, and as I am unwrapping them I came across the most beautiful piece of spirit quartz I have ever had in my possession, filled with amethyst and bits of what looks like smokey quartz. It was calling to me, like a sign to say “I am yours, and I am here for you."🌙