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Aeons ago I saw you run your tongue through my veins -
Sharper than fire and colder than lust,
A blade that can sunder these membranous layers dividing our souls,
starting at the skin and ending at the bone, making pit stops between agony and ecstasy.

With surgical accuracy every jaw-clenching kiss clawed at the bowels of the beast we created to guard the walls we erected between us,
Aeons of thorns engulfing the raw lust rooted in our bones, the dust of countless forgotten names littering the sheets we now dig our nails into.

I saw you ripping me apart,
Giggling as the floor shattered my soul and swallowed it whole.
As your teeth sunk into my skin I listened to your heart as it whispered sweet-nothings into my chest -
a poetic nuance of the once in-love and now in-pieces.
The lustrous glimmer of hope being drowned in crimson,
Gently siphoned through the streets our feet once kissed beneath a shattered and incomplete moon,
So many moons ago.

So, here we are, clinging to a dream like dust to blood,
In a desperate attempt to latch onto anything that can make us feel whole again,
without this hole,
again.

Left with nothing but a breath and a sigh,
a long way from home,
a love-infected mess.

Text: @psychonautic_equilibrium
Art by @instaphazed

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User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Nov 19, 2017 9:01 PM (UTC)
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And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful, more sensitized, live a more richly perfumed and intoxication life, instead of transmuting into thoughts, words, into exquisite abstractions, mathematics of emotion in place of violent impact, the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight.

#AnaïsNin
Art by @mcptato
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Nov 19, 2017 8:46 PM (UTC)
gabrielyeowart
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Armed with the knowledge that this is only a dream,
You stormed into The Mystery with Three Eyes wide open -
Cloaked yourself in a dream-dust coat,
You ran into the labyrinth with a giggle and a sigh.
Do you remember your first dance with the shadows on the walls?
Wide-eyed and hypnotized as you followed them deeper into the caverns of the mind
Their flame-licked patterns becoming more elaborate,
intricate,
and enchanting -
Captivating your entire being with the grandest symphony of all
As you slowly shed the layers of the memory you carried with you into this incomprehensible world.

So you lost yourself within this galactic story, temporarily forgetting your true nature, falling deeply in love with the mystery in front of you.
As your roots dig deeper into reality's bedrock,
You'll keep diving into the spiral of time
like into your mother's arms -

Until the final breath you sigh
Uproots the Tree
That locks you to māyā's dream.

Text by Leo - @psychonautic_equilibrium
Art repost via @gabrielyeowart
Artist unknown
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Nov 16, 2017 1:42 PM (UTC)
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Hello everyone! After more than 3 years of posting, I think it's about time I introduce myself.

My name is Leo, and I'm the face behind this page. I'm a 22 year old student from a small town in the Western Cape of South Africa, doing my BSc in Botanical AgriScience.

I'm extremely grateful for all the love and support I've received over the past 3 years, and I hope to continue on this path of self discovery with the help of each and every one of you.
If you have any questions you're more than welcome to send me a message or leave a comment below 🙌

Peace, Love and Light 🖤
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Nov 9, 2017 11:02 PM (UTC)
julianmajin
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Look.. Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier. And the lives of such stuff as dreams are made of may be rounded with a sleep but they are not tied neatly with a red bow. Truth doesn't run on time like a commuter train, though time may run on truth.

And the Scenes Gone By and the Scenes to Come flow blending together in the sea-green deep while Now spreads in circles on the surface. So don't sweat it. For focus simply move a few inches back or forward.
And once more.. Look

#KenKesey
Art by @julianmajin
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Nov 9, 2017 10:54 PM (UTC)
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The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking.

But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

#KenKesey
Art by #TomaszAlenKopera
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Nov 8, 2017 10:44 PM (UTC)
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But technology is the real skin of our species. Humanity, correctly seen in the context of the last five hundred years, is an extruder of technological material. We take in matter that has a low degree of organization; we put it through mental filters, and we extrude jewelry, gospels, space shuttles. This is what we do.

We are like coral animals embedded in a technological reef of extruded psychic objects. All our tool making implies our belief in an ultimate tool.

#TerenceMcKenna
Art by @kylekerr
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Nov 8, 2017 10:39 PM (UTC)
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There’s light at the end of the tunnel. The problem is that tunnel is in the back of your mind. And if you don’t go to the back side of your mind you will never see the light at the end of the tunnel. And once you see it, then the task becomes to empower it in yourself and other people. Spread it as a reality.

God did not retire to the seventh heaven, God is some kind of lost continent IN the human mind.

#TerenceMcKenna
Art by #TomaszAlenKopera
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Nov 8, 2017 10:28 PM (UTC)
titan.droid
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This is why the shaman is the remote ancestor of the poet and artist. Our need to feel part of the world seems to demand that we express ourselves through creative activity. The ultimate wellsprings of this creativity are hidden in the mystery of language.

Shamanic ecstasy is an act of surrender that authenticates both the individual self and that which is surrendered to, the mystery of being. Because our maps of reality are determined by our present circumstances, we tend to lose awareness of the larger patterns of time and space.

Only by gaining access to the Transcendent Other can those patterns of time and space and our role in them be glimpsed.

#TerenceMcKenna
Art by @titan.droid
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Oct 19, 2017 10:28 PM (UTC)
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Aeons ago I saw you run your tongue through my veins -
Sharper than fire and colder than lust,
A blade that can sunder these membranous layers dividing our souls,
starting at the skin and ending at the bone, making pit stops between agony and ecstasy.

With surgical accuracy every jaw-clenching kiss clawed at the bowels of the beast we created to guard the walls we erected between us,
Aeons of thorns engulfing the raw lust rooted in our bones, the dust of countless forgotten names littering the sheets we now dig our nails into.

I saw you ripping me apart,
Giggling as the floor shattered my soul and swallowed it whole.
As your teeth sunk into my skin I listened to your heart as it whispered sweet-nothings into my chest -
a poetic nuance of the once in-love and now in-pieces.
The lustrous glimmer of hope being drowned in crimson,
Gently siphoned through the streets our feet once kissed beneath a shattered and incomplete moon,
So many moons ago.

So, here we are, clinging to a dream like dust to blood,
In a desperate attempt to latch onto anything that can make us feel whole again,
without this hole,
again.

Left with nothing but a breath and a sigh,
a long way from home,
a love-infected mess.

Text: @psychonautic_equilibrium
Art by @instaphazed
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Oct 19, 2017 10:24 PM (UTC)
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The universe is a vast system of exchange. Every artery of it is in motion, throbbing with reciprocity, from the planet to the rotting leaf. The vapor climbs the sunbeam, and comes back in blessings upon the exhausted herb. The exhalation of the plant is wafted to the ocean.

And so goes on the beautiful commerce of nature. And all because of dissimilarity--because no one thing is sufficient in itself, but calls for the assistance of something else, and repays by a contribution in turn.

E. H. CHAPIN
Artist Unknown
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Oct 1, 2017 9:11 PM (UTC)
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There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.

#DouglasAdams
Art by @trentkuhn_art
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Oct 1, 2017 8:51 PM (UTC)
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The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part.
Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way.
For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, the mind itself being but a fact among others.

#CormacMcCarthy
Art by @trentkuhn_art
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Oct 1, 2017 8:22 PM (UTC)
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All things are connected with all things throughout the universe, from the insect to the archangel; from the sand-grain to the mountain and the globe; from the dew-drop to the ocean; from the rain-drop to the rainbow; from the pebble on the shore to 'the sun that blazes in the firmament; from the zephyr that sings among the flowers of the field to the ocean that pours its wild bass in the great anthem of nature.

Not only are all things connected with all things, but there is a concatenation of events, so that the character and effects of no one event can terminate in itself. As each event owes some portion of its nature to that which preceded it, so it imparts some of its nature to that which succeeds it, and thus perpetuates the blended good or evil of itself and its predecessors.

The single event may thus live on in its influence along the line of all the ages, assuming new shapes, or if clothing itself in the drapery of new events, ever marching onward and upward in the continually growing affairs of time.

#JohnLanahan
Art by @ell_4
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Sep 9, 2017 12:31 AM (UTC)
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If you were a truly eternal being, within the infinite spectrum of possible experiences that you could explore you would eventually find yourself living the life that you're living right now,
Walking around as if everything is perfectly normal -

Thoroughly oblivious of the abysmal absurdity that you're immersed in.

Text by Leo - @psychonautic_equilibrium
Art by @ell_4
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Sep 5, 2017 10:40 PM (UTC)
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Try to realize, and truly realize,
That what stands between you and a different life are matters of responsible choice.
Choice is the engine of our evolution.

#GaryZukav
Art by @sander_bos_art
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Aug 30, 2017 9:00 PM (UTC)
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Reality is what we take to be true. What we take to be true is what we believe. What we believe is based upon our perceptions. What we perceive depends upon what we look for. What we look for depends upon what we think. What we think depends upon what we perceive. What we perceive determines what we believe. What we believe determines what we take to be true. What we take to be true is our reality.

#GaryZukav
Art by @vedran_misic
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Aug 30, 2017 8:50 PM (UTC)
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Discipline, as understood by a warrior, is creative, open, and produces freedom. It is the ability to face the unknown, transforming the feeling of knowing into reverent astonishment; of considering things that exceed the scope of our habits, and daring to face the only war that is worthwhile: The battle for awareness.

#CarlosCastaneda
Artist Unknown
Art reposted via @indigoinsight
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Aug 28, 2017 8:45 PM (UTC)
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I feel the poison in your breath gently burning inside me -
The shadowy ebb and flow of our self-induced alienation.
I feel our rapidly expanding chasmic confusion,
A fissure in the bedrock of what it means to be human.
I feel the gravity of what we could've been,
And never will be.

I feel your venomous heartbeat colliding with mine,
A symphony of love and loss,
And tension and terror -
The magnificent battle between what we feel to be true
And what we know
To be utterly impossible.

Text by Leo - @psychonautic_equilibrium
Artist Unknown
Art repost via @psycho_trippy
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Aug 12, 2017 10:34 PM (UTC)
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Let’s say (since in writing a book one has to say something) that reality or existence is a multidimensional and interwoven system of varying spectra of vibrations, and that man’s five senses are attuned only to very small bands of these spectra.

That sounds very profound and may mean nothing at all, but in reading it one should attend to the sound of the words rather than their meaning. Then you will get my point.

#AlanWatts
Art by @giovannimaist0
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Aug 12, 2017 10:24 PM (UTC)
visionaryartbyvajra
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I am basically an eternal existence 
momentarily and perhaps needlessly
terrified by one half of itself.

#AlanWatts
Art by @visionaryartbyvajra