#hippie poems

[thelasthippie]

[inabigworld]

[weed-and-poetry]

[hushedhippie]

I love this book so much I ripped a page out of it.

[surrenderingintotheone]

The one you are here to educate into not falling for the illusion of the separateness is yourself

You have to work on YOU not falling into the drama of the ego

Don’t get caught in it

Live it

Yes live it

Dance with it

But don’t get caught into thinking that’s who you are

Don’t get caught into thinking any of it is real

It’s all just part of the play

It’s all just part of the story that is unfolding in front of you eyes

Have fun getting to know your character

Your ancestry, the linage of the blood that runs through your veins

You family is the key

It has always been the key

You get to know what your’re working with in this life

For fun, have fun with it

Enjoy the drama from a far

Where do you come from?

Question

Ask questions

Ask questions to the earth

Ask questions to the sky

Ask question to the waters

Ask questions to your heart

And the hole universe will give you an answer

But you must ask the questions

And stay open to receive the answer

Observe, listen, feel

Enjoy the majestic power and magic that lives through every sensation of you body in every moment while your character interacts with this external world created just for you to understand what your mind is working with from within

What’s your story

Where do you come from on this earth

These are codes to remember the truth of you soul purpose here

The part it came to play

It’s not what you are

But it’s what you are here to do

The part you are here to play

And the game requieres you to be here fully

To remember

To remember you must be here, to listen to the story that’s it’s written everywhere

There’s magic everywhere

Look at what all of this really is and let go

Let go of the drama and the fear

Let go of the attachments and the judgments

Let go

Let yourself fall in love with existence.

[bonnieshangout]

Hello Tumblr. My name is Beverly and I am quite new to this. Hope to receive a warm welcome into this new community. I am a university student in a hustle-bustle city hoping to keep my spirit and desires alive. I indulge in a lot of things and would very much like to grow them with you!

My aesthetic appeal: Cottagecore,grunge,boss girl, old money, mystic.

I love to try out new food and recipes that I won't attempt in a long time. I love to watch videos of people cook and drool over my phone because I'm hungry most of the time.

I love cute animals☺️ Dogs,cats,squirrels,parrots, bears, snakes and lots more so keep the pictures coming.

I used to be a book lover and writer. The urge to create and dive right into the magic of books is still there but I haven't dealt with my procrastination. However, I write poetry and can't wait to share with y'all.

A huge over-thinker, hopeless romantic, artsy woman, dreamy dreamer, obsessed with skin-care, can't wait to get out of school tee-hee☺️, plant lover, nail lover, love yoga and a healthy health plan, love clean men and women, erotica, amateur Spanish speaker, fascinated with crocheting, effective hair products are the real deal, nature's representative, and yep...... Thank you for having me.

[asixnfr0g]

" 𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 "

You were born of the flowers,

My child.

You've got photosynthesis

Happening within your veins.

A vagabond running lose

Who never stays.

You are ever changing, my dear.

Budding, blooming, wilting, and reviving

All over again.

You've learned metamorphosis

From the butterflies

Who took from your nectar.

The ones who painted themselves beautiful

But turned out to be moths.

You are ever growing, my love.

So much so that the bees gossip

Of your many petals.

The grass is proud to have you

Sprouting from its back.

Though there are humans that pick

And plow on your sweet soil,

You know you'll come back again,

Because you leave a seed everywhere

You go.

Raise your leaves up high, child.

Because as long as the sun still shines,

You again shall rise.

~ asixnfr0g

[juanalogues]

4/12/24

I wrote this haiku just looking around my room.

I used Picsart for the first time with this one, and was so intrigued by the eerie nature of this head-less figure that emerged from the haiku prompt, paired with the joyful nature of everything around it.

[kse22chili]

Zodiac incense sticks.

I feel unsteady, like my mind.

Rosé wine is sweet with such a pretty color. Every night there's a glass of it on the table accompanying me while I'm taking a bath. I've definitely got everything I need at night. Jeff Buckley's voice soothes me deeply, helping me to relax my body in the warm water. As a matter of fact, when I'm at this time of the day I don't think of anything at all, really. So even now I close my eyes and start dreaming.

My baby boy has come to me, opening up to me and confessing every single problem he has to me.

I'm waiting for him with my arms wide open. He lays his head on my breast and starts silently whimpering.

I just love it when he cries in my arms. I love it when he is vulnerable in front of my eyes, in my presence. Because, it's me he seeks help from. And I am always here to give it to him. What can a woman do when her man comes back home destryoed from the army?

I don't cook for him. In truth, I don't even know how to properly cook. That's a long story for another day.

Without him having gotten in our neighborhood, I just feel his presence. I immediately get out of the hosue and wait for him at my frontyard. I look at his car from afar. I listen to the sound of his car and just that brings shivers to the back of my neck. He sees me waiting for him and impatiently speeds up his pace.

Oh, how much he has changed.

He stops his car in front of me and rapidly gets out of the car. He comes up to me and looks down at me. I study his face and his body. I inhale his musty, masculine perfume. What a bliss that brings into my belly. I instantly got the heebie jeebies.

Looking up at him I notice that he's got tears in his eyes. All my nervousness disappears and I wrap my hands around his body.

I could never get tried of his affection. Or of his beautiful voice. Or of his body. Of anything really.

This is never over.

Thank you for reading this. I'm really grateful of my inspiration that always comes from Jeff Buckley, Jim Morrison, Nirvana or Aerosmith. It is really hard to write sometimes because I've had too many ideas lately and I didn't really have the guts to organze them. But, I tried nonetheless.

hope you enjoyed this!!!!

K.M.

[showmemercyhoney]

ode to stevie nicks

[stumbling-after-happiness]

I want to travel into the rest of my life.

My world is turning in time to sweeter and sweeter melodies, the rhythms soothing my frowning face into rippling peace.

I want to touch the top of mountains and stare at views that change me forever.

The oceans are calling, and the savannas, forests, too.

My years are winding themselves around possibilities and experiences. My travels grip like vines to the world’s sturdy aliveness.

I’ve felt myself unfurling by sucking in sea air from the top of Portuguese cliffs. In branching out, I’ve strengthened my roots.

When I travel, I experience moments where it seems the world and I are breathing as one. I lay on stacking sand grains and couldn’t feel where I ended and the beach began. And I didn’t want to. I understood that my body is part of a whole that I can’t control. And I don’t want to control it.

So when I’m walking, or washing in the sea, or resting on a foreign sofa, I see moments in brilliant definition, as though the sun has come out on my thoughts.

And my victimhood becomes a wilting part of life, a sad truth, which I’m choosing to turn into fuel for my soul.

[weed-and-poetry]

[hushedhippie]

[surrenderingintotheone]

[youinmysleepdarling]

And when you see me

I'll be there, I promise you

You want to lead with all your stones in my shoes

The weary travel he isn't too hard to suit

So, I'll walk into the woods

Just to show I can

And the willow tree will harbor me

And from the top I'll see just where I am

[nacht-durst]

faith