{ knowing, doing & being }

so... what do you do when nothing calls you anymore?

“those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made 
or dark images you hold about yourself. 
they remember your beauty when you feel ugly; 
your wholeness when you are broken; 
your innocence when you feel guilty; 
and your purpose when you are confused.
Cohen, A.

real, honest, complete love requires letting go
in A General Theory of Love

“Of course it was painful, and there were times when, emotionally, I just wanted to chuck it all. But pain seems to be a precondition for this kind of sport. If pain weren't involved, who in the world would ever go to the trouble of taking part in sports like the triathlon or the marathon, which demand such an investment of time and energy? It's precisely because of the pain, precisely because we want to overcome that pain, that we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive--or at least a partial sense of it. Your quality of experience is based not on standards such as time or ranking, but on finally awakening to an awareness of the fluidity within action itself.” 
Murakami. H., What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

quick . curious . playful . strong

awww bitch... remindes me of you...
                                                                ...you know, fat.

“If you don’t try to stop whatever is going on in your mind, but merely observe it, 
eventually you’ll begin to feel a tremendous sense of relaxation
a vast sense of openness within your mind which is in fact your natural mind, 
the naturally unperturbed background against which various thoughts come and go.”
Rinpoche, Y

“Few people know how to take a walk. 
The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much.”
Emerson, R

nestes dias em que não soubemos nada um do outro soubemos sempre de nós a querer saber.
Reis-Sá, J.

{random poetry #75}

*by Poindexter


It was rather beautiful:
the way he put her insecurities to sleep.
The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears
and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.


I admit,
I was afraid
to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning
mystery. She carried things
deep inside her that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail,
like the others.

She was the ocean
and i was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified to


Know this and know it
more than you’ve ever
bothered to understand
anything before: I am,
as lonely as they come.
As empty as they make them.
There is a reason my liver
is filled with whiskey.
A cloaked rhyme to why my
lungs have fallen in love
with smoke.
I am lonely.
But I have come to the
conclusion that loneliness,
no matter how often it weighs
the soul, is sometimes,
a beautiful thing.

Poindexter, C. 

review . reorganize . reflect . remember . restructure . reconnect . reevaluate . reexamine . revisit