"You are poetry material; you are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality."
— Franz Kafka, in a letter to Milena Jesenská (via terramantra)
Egon Schiele, Liebende [Lovers], c.1909
"There is nothing wrong.
Sadness is not wrong. Fear is not wrong. Confusion is not wrong. Our pain is not wrong.
Resisting our pain is what makes it all seem so wrong. And yet here is a deeper truth, for those who are open:
Even our resistance of pain is not wrong! If that’s what’s happening in the moment, it cannot be wrong! It is a valid expression of life, vital and alive!
Beyond ‘right’ and ‘wrong’, there is an unconditional love that even embraces our present-moment resistance. There is a Now that is vast and forgiving.
In the end, even ‘resistance’ is just another concept. Another judgement. Another way to make ourselves wrong."