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upon waking from a dream, this seemed appropriate to represent me coming to face my formless fears from a future possibility. I face these with some trepidation. While fooling around,I shot this with a cloudy white balance setting on my camera.Not shot with sepia. funky sky.
In creating this image, I sought to isolate the lighthouse from its surroundings, to present it as a solitary sentinel in a sea of calm. I was drawn to the stark contrast between the structured, man-made form and the formless, gentle expanse of water surrounding it. The minimalist approach was deliberate – by eliminating distractions and reducing the scene to its essential elements, I wanted to create a moment of visual meditation. The vibrant yellow band amid the otherwise restrained palette was crucial to my composition; this singular burst of color symbolizes how even small moments of brilliance can define an entire landscape. I waited patiently for conditions where the water would become still enough to create the subtle reflection, adding a whisper of movement to an otherwise static scene. For me, this image speaks to themes of isolation and resilience, of standing firm amid the void. Through this photograph, I invite viewers to experience the quietness I felt while creating it – a moment of pause in our otherwise chaotic world, where simplicity reveals its own profound beauty.
We will miss you Leonard.
Alexandra Leaving
Suddenly the night has grown colder.
The God of love preparing to depart.
Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,
They slip between the sentries of the heart.
Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure,
They gain the light, they formlessly entwine;
And radiant beyond your widest measure
They fall among the voices and the wine.
It's not a trick, your senses all deceiving,
A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust Ёc
Say goodbye to alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to alexandra lost.
Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.
As someone long prepared for this to happen,
Go firmly to the window. Drink it in.
Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing.
Your firm commitments tangible again.
And you who had the honor of her evening,
And by the honor had your own restored Ёc
Say goodbye to alexandra leaving;
Alexandra leaving with her lord.
Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.
As someone long prepared for the occasion;
In full command of every plan you wrecked Ёc
Do not choose a coward's explanation
That hides behind the cause and the effect.
And you who were bewildered by a meaning;
Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed Ёc
Say goodbye to alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to alexandra lost.
Say goodbye to alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to alexandra lost.
You say you want to get rid of the noise,
but you and the noise go together.
You have to be without 'you' and all
noise will stop. The real You is the
formless witness within. The person,
the noisy one, is only imagined.
To recognize this is Freedom.
Mooji
Borobudur, or Barabudur, is a 9th-century Mahayana Buddhist monument near Magelang, Central Java, Indonesia. The monument comprises six square platforms topped by three circular platforms, and is decorated with 2,672 relief panels and 504 Buddha statues.. A main dome, located at the center of the top platform, is surrounded by 72 Buddha statues seated inside perforated stupa.
The monument is both a shrine to the Lord Buddha and a place for Buddhist pilgrimage. The journey for pilgrims begins at the base of the monument and follows a path circumambulating the monument while ascending to the top through the three levels of Buddhist cosmology, namely Kāmadhātu (the world of desire), Rupadhatu (the world of forms) and Arupadhatu (the world of formlessness). During the journey, the monument guides the pilgrims through a system of stairways and corridors with 1,460 narrative relief panels on the walls and the balustrades.
Evidence suggests Borobudur was abandoned following the 14th-century decline of Buddhist and Hindu kingdoms in Java, and the Javanese conversion to Islam. Worldwide knowledge of its existence was sparked in 1814 by Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles, then the British ruler of Java, who was advised of its location by native Indonesians. Borobudur has since been preserved through several restorations. The largest restoration project was undertaken between 1975 and 1982 by the Indonesian government and UNESCO, following which the monument was listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Borobudur is still used for pilgrimage; once a year Buddhists in Indonesia celebrate Vesak at the monument, and Borobudur is Indonesia's single most visited tourist attraction
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Endless love of innocence
Unrequited feelings
I am alone in my room
As usual, falling into another world
So I close my eyes into the world again
Every time you want to go, it's all about Itami
Melody Larara La Hibitite to unravel the wound ...
Like a shadow like the invincibility of love
Like the colors that look around the moon
When you can't be connected alone
From taking over even formless words
I'm not going to live
Can't be honored but that is not my destiny
Do not want to
To put away star objects
So as to choose everything
Find only the ii that traces my memory and tear it off ...
Invincibility of love (I know) makes me like a terrace like a light
Warmly wrap around like you
I want to be good
There is no love that I want to shy but don't want to hear
The love that changes color when you find it
I can't get near now
I don't know what I'm looking for
I do not see
Not to see
Without form
Endless love of innocence
A person who looks for love that is more than gentle
When you can't be connected alone
From taking over even formless words
I'm not going to live
Can't be honored but that is not my destiny
Do not want to
其上不皦，其下不昧。
繩繩不可名，復歸於無物。
是謂無狀之狀，無物之象，是謂惚恍。
Sopra non è chiaro, sotto non è scuro.
Il filo si svolge continuamente e non puoi imprigionarlo in una definizione,
finché non ritorna, ancora una volta, nell'assoluto indefinito.
Puoi chiamarlo la forma che non ha forma,
la sembianza senza percepibile sostanza,
puoi chiamarlo Fluire indistinto dell'Essere.
Его верх не освещен, его низ не затемнен.
Оно бесконечно и не может быть названо.
Оно снова возвращается к небытию.
И вот называют его формой без форм, образом без
существа. Поэтому называют его неясным и туманным.
Its upper part is not bright, and its lower part is not obscure.
Ceaseless in its action, it yet cannot be named, and then it again returns and becomes nothing.
This is called the Form of the Formless, and the Semblance of the Invisible; this is called the Fleeting and Indeterminable.
その上は皦かならず。その下は昧からず。
縄縄兮として名づくべからず、無物に復歸す。
これを無狀の狀、無物の象と謂う。
これを惚恍となす。
老子：「道德经」：第十四章
Laozi: Dao De Jing, cap. XIV
Kiev 4AM - Helios 103 - 1/50 sec f/8, filtro rosso, Rollei RPX 400 in T-MAX.
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. God called the light "day," and the darkness he called "night." And there was evening, and there was morning
www.youtube.com/watch?v=513Oc7kKgaY
In principio Dio creò il cielo e la terra. Ora la terra era informe e deserta e le tenebre ricoprivano l'abisso e lo spirito di Dio aleggiava sulle acque.
Dio disse: «Sia la luce!». E la luce fu. Dio vide che la luce era cosa buona e separò la luce dalle tenebre e chiamò la luce giorno e le tenebre notte. E fu sera e fu mattina .
Rain water flows and forms on an air exhaust vent. The martial artist Bruce Lee once said: "Be formless, shapeless like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can flow, or it can crash. Be water."
Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure
They gain the light, they formlessly entwine
And radiant beyond your widest measure
They fall among the voices and the wine
And you who were bewildered by a meaning
Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.
- Leonard Cohen
Whether we are aware of it or not light has played a vital role in the explosion of our cultural identities. To think that light made by fire in small cave was likely what gave birth to a reshaping of storytelling culture. What began as formless flickering shadows were controlled into detailed animations that brought life into the home and allowed an audience to visualize complex and otherwise unworldly scenarios. Although the western world has pushed these seemingly archaic forms of imagery aside in favour of smartphones and television, Asian cultures have been preserving these intimate old-world practices.
"It’s often the gnatcatcher’s twangy, whining call—like a miniature banjo being tuned—that alerts us to its presence. Its song is a sputtering, wheezy, petulant-sounding jumble, punctuated by mews. The blue-gray gnatcatcher has been recorded mimicking other species, a talent not widely appreciated, perhaps because its high, whispery voice is beyond the hearing register of many bird watchers. "
Birdwatchersdigest.com
"C. J. Maynard (1896) immortalized it in this beautiful passage:
I heard a low warbling which sounded like the distant song of some bird I had never heard before. . . . And nothing could be more appropriate to the delicate marking and size of the tiny fairy-like bird than this silvery warble which filled the air with sweet, continuous melody. I was completely surprised, for I never imagined that any bird was capable of producing notes so soft and so low, yet each one given with such distinctness that the ear could catch every part of the wondrous and complicated song. I watched him for some time, but he never ceased singing, save when he sprung into the air to catch some insect.
Other observers and writers, however, do not seem impressed by its beauty. F. H. Allen writes that the song of this species is "scrappy, formless, leisurely, and faint, and is delivered somewhat in the manner of a Vireo while the bird flits about among the branches. [He] found the phrase pirrooeet occurring frequently in it." A. A. Saunders regrets that he cannot describe the song in detail, since his collection of sound records "contains only a few fragments from a single bird. The song is long continued, of greatly varied rapid notes and trills, on a high pitch, and of a squeeky or nasal quality. It is more curious than beautiful."
Birds by Bent
Borobudur, or Barabudur, is a 9th-century Mahayana Buddhist monument near Magelang, Central Java, Indonesia. The monument comprises six square platforms topped by three circular platforms, and is decorated with 2,672 relief panels and 504 Buddha statues.. A main dome, located at the center of the top platform, is surrounded by 72 Buddha statues seated inside perforated stupa.
The monument is both a shrine to the Lord Buddha and a place for Buddhist pilgrimage. The journey for pilgrims begins at the base of the monument and follows a path circumambulating the monument while ascending to the top through the three levels of Buddhist cosmology, namely Kāmadhātu (the world of desire), Rupadhatu (the world of forms) and Arupadhatu (the world of formlessness). During the journey, the monument guides the pilgrims through a system of stairways and corridors with 1,460 narrative relief panels on the walls and the balustrades.
Evidence suggests Borobudur was abandoned following the 14th-century decline of Buddhist and Hindu kingdoms in Java, and the Javanese conversion to Islam. Worldwide knowledge of its existence was sparked in 1814 by Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles, then the British ruler of Java, who was advised of its location by native Indonesians. Borobudur has since been preserved through several restorations. The largest restoration project was undertaken between 1975 and 1982 by the Indonesian government and UNESCO, following which the monument was listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Borobudur is still used for pilgrimage; once a year Buddhists in Indonesia celebrate Vesak at the monument, and Borobudur is Indonesia's single most visited tourist attraction.
Well, Danbo isn't really alone, he's got Mini with him. But Mini's not in focus here. Sorry Mini :<
Appreciation Week - Day 5: Adventures !
So this appreciation week project has just turned into an appreciation week-and-a-half due to some unintended lagging in photo uploading.
I crawled into this hidden bush to take this photo. Being massacred alive by angry bugs while waiting for the pms-ing sun to illuminate this at the right angle wasn't exactly pleasant. But in the end everything turned out well. So I'm happy (:
Moar in comments~
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Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless — like water. Now you put water in a cup, it becomes the cup; You put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle; You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.
BRUCE LEE.
Introduction
Almighty God Uses His Word to Save Man - "The Main Purpose of God's Work in the Flesh" (Music Video) www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/the-main-purpose-of-gods-...
1. God comes into flesh for the main purpose to make man see God’s practical deeds. He realizes the formless Spirit in the flesh so that man can touch and see Him. In this way, people made complete by Him can be those who live out Him. They are ones who are gained by Him, and ones who are after His heart.
2. If God only spoke utterances from the heavens and didn’t practically come to earth, man would never know God. They would just convey God’s deeds with hollow theories, but would never have God’s words as reality. God comes to earth to set an example and serve as a model for those He will gain. In this way, man can come to know God, touch God, and see God in a practical way. And only in this way can he truly be gained by God. God comes to earth to set an example and serve as a model for those He will gain. In this way, man can come to know God, touch God, and see God in a practical way. And only in this way can he truly be gained by God. And only in this way can he truly be gained by God.
from “You Ought to Know That the Practical God Is God Himself” in The Word Appears in the Flesh
Image Source: The Church of Almighty God
“Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless - like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.”
- Bruce Lee
A twisted tiny decoration that came attached to the ribbon on a present. Found it while sorting things to toss or donate. Or photograph for #MacroMonday's #twist theme ;)
See? I knew it would come in handy someday! No wonder it seems so difficult to pack.
Nikon D810, Nikkor 105mm f/2.8
1/20 sec; f/3.2; ISO 80
manual exposure, tripod, natural light
Many thanks for looking and for previous fun comments!
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters
Psalms inhabit the hills, the air is hallelujah. Hidden harps. Dormant songs.
-Israel: An Echo of Eternity by Abraham Joshua Heschel
Hit the Inner Harbor for 10 minutes of photography before work Saturday; just enough time to grab this shot of the Mather floating museum. This image has been worked over in Photoshop, so call it a lomograph if you like ... or an homage to "Vanilla Sky."
"When we return home to 'tell our day,' we are artfully shaping material into story form. … So in a way we all exist in a literary atmosphere, we live and breathe literature, we are all literary artists, we are constantly employing language to make interesting forms of experience, which perhaps originally seemed dull or incoherent. How far reshaping involves offences against truth is a problem any artist must face. A deep motive for making literature or art of any sort is the desire to defeat the formlessness of the world and cheer oneself up by constructing forms out of what might otherwise seem a mass of senseless rubble." -- Iris Murdoch
PLEASE NOTE: This optional philosophy quote -- which I hope does not detract from the image -- has been included only for those who like to encounter a thought-provoking idea attached to a photo and is not meant as an attack on anyone's views, theories or beliefs. This feature is in response to suggestions and requests from some of my most beloved contacts. The quote came from this page on my Web site.
Flowers, more fleeting, more ethereal, and more delicate than the plants out of which they emerged, would become like messengers from another realm, like a bridge between the world of physical forms and the formless.
(( An Extract from A New Earth (tolle) ))
Episode 5 of pingtingTV
Soundtrack: Water Cells by vastlesssmudge
The Buddha Project
Curated by Jeanne Grosetti & Robert Thurmer
Wall drawing at Gallery U, Cleveland
2004
Ink, spirograph, fire, wax, incense, rocks, orange, honey
A site specific drawing made directly on the walls of the
gallery. The drawing itself (made with the use of a spirograph,
the 1960's art making device for children) contains thousands
of various small circles representing the Buddha as a formless
form. The first phase of the drawing was completed in four days,
and was continued over a period of 3 months.
At the completion of the show the Buddha was washed away.
Copyright © 2004 David Pohl
HOP | House of Pingting Archives
The swamp of my life was murky
And I could hear the murmur of my blood in my veins,
My life was passing in a deep limbo,
This darkness lighted the sketch of my existence.
The door opened
And she blew into the room with her lantern,
She was an abandoned beauty
And I was expecting her arrival.
She was the formless dream of my life,
A perfume in my eye murmured,
And my veins stopped throbbing.
Every string that pointed at me
Burnt in the lantern’s flame:
Time was not passing in me,
She hung lantern in the air,
She was seeking me in the light,
She crossed every spot in my room
But she couldn’t find me,
A breeze drank the flame of the lantern.
A wind was blowing
And I was placed in a sketch
And I appeared in the pitch darkness of my room.
For whom was I appearing?
She was no more there.
Did she mix with the dark spirit of the room?
I felt a warm perfume moving in my veins.
I felt she was watching me with her lost existence,
And how vainly I was searching the place?
She had been lost in an instant.
Vishnu Sanskrit: विष्णु, is one of the principal deities of Hinduism, and the Supreme Being in its Vaishnavism tradition. Vishnu is the "preserver" in the Hindu trinity (Trimurti) that includes Brahma and Shiva.
In Vaishnavism, Vishnu is identical to the formless metaphysical concept called Brahman, the supreme, the Svayam Bhagavan, who takes various avatars as "the preserver, protector" whenever the world is threatened with evil, chaos, and destructive forces. His avatars most notably include Rama in the Ramayana and Krishna in the Mahabharata. He is also known as Narayana, Jagannath, Vasudeva, Vithoba, and Hari. He is one of the five equivalent deities worshipped in Panchayatana puja of the Smarta Tradition of Hinduism.
In Hindu iconography, Vishnu is usually depicted as having a dark, or pale blue complexion and having four arms. He holds a padma (lotus flower) in his lower left hand, Kaumodaki gada (mace) in his lower right hand, Panchajanya shankha (conch) in his upper left hand and the Sudarshana Chakra (discus) in his upper right hand. A traditional depiction is Vishnu reclining on the coils of the serpent Shesha, accompanied by his consort Lakshmi, as he "dreams the universe into reality"
Explored June 6 #458. Thank you!
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"...the thickset, hairy bumble-bee...covered, like primitive man, with a formless fur,
which rings of copper and cinnabar encircle. They are still half-barbarous: they ravish
the calyces, destroying them if they resist, and push through the satin veils of the
corollas like a cave-bear that might have forced its way into the silken, pearl-bestrewn
tent of a Byzantine princess."
Maeterlinck (1901)
Such delicious prose. No one writes like this anymore :-(
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In a certain sense, Adam's sin was a sin arising from inquisitiveness, if such an expression be admissible. Originally, Adam saw contingencies in the aspect of their relationship to God and not as independent entities. Anything that is considered in that relationship is beyond the reach of evil; but the desire to see contingency as it is in itself is a desire to see evil; it is also a desire to see good as something contrary to evil. As a result of this sin of inquisitiveness - Adam wanted to see the "other side" of contingency - Adam himself and the whole world fell into contingency as such; the link with the divine Source was broken and became invisible; the world became suddenly external to Adam, things became opaque and heavy, they became like unintelligible and hostile fragments. This drama is always repeating itself anew, in collective history as well as in the life of individuals.
A meaningless knowledge, a knowledge to which we have no right either by virtue of its nature, or of our capacities, and therefore by virtue of our vocation, is not a knowledge that enriches, but one that impoverishes. Adam had become poor after having acquired knowledge of contingency as such, or of contingency in so far as it limits. We must distrust the fascination which an abyss can exert over us; it is in the nature of cosmic blind-alleys to seduce and to play the vampire; the current of forms does not want us to escape from its hold.
Forms can be snares just as they can be symbols and keys; beauty can chain us to forms, just as it can also be a door opening towards the formless.
Or again, from a slightly different point of view: the sin of Adam consists in effect of having wished to superimpose something on existence, and existence was beatitude; Adam thereby lost this beatitude and was engulfed in the anxious and deceptive turmoil of superfluous things.
Instead of reposing in the immutable purity of Existence, fallen man is drawn into the dance of things that exist, and they, being accidents, are delusive and perishable.
In the Christian cosmos, the Blessed Virgin is the incarnation of this snow-like purity; She is inviolable and merciful like Existence or Substance; God in assuming flesh brought with Him Existence, which is as it were His Throne; He caused it to precede Him and He came into the world by its means. God can enter the world only through virgin Existence.
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Frithjof Schuon
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Quoted in: The Essential Frithjof Schuon (edited by Seyyed Hossein Nasr)
A Child's Nightmare –
Poem by Robert Graves (24 July 1895 – 7 December 1985)
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Through long nursery nights he stood
By my bed unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring in my haunted ear
That same hideous nightmare thing,
Talking, as he lapped my blood,
In a voice cruel and flat,
Saying for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."
That one word was all he said,
That one word through all my sleep,
In monotonous mock despair.
Nonsense may be light as air,
But there's Nonsense that can keep
Horror bristling round the head,
When a voice cruel and flat
Says for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."
He had faded, he was gone
Years ago with Nursery Land,
When he leapt on me again
From the clank of a night train,
Overpowered me foot and head,
Lapped my blood, while on and on
The old voice cruel and flat
Says for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."
Morphia drowsed, again I lay
In a crater by High Wood:
He was there with straddling legs,
Staring eyes as big as eggs,
Purring as he lapped my blood,
His black bulk darkening the day,
With a voice cruel and flat,
"Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..." he said, "Cat! ... Cat!..."
When I'm shot through heart and head,
And there's no choice but to die,
The last word I'll hear, no doubt,
Won't be "Charge!" or "Bomb them out!"
Nor the stretcher-bearer's cry,
"Let that body be, he's dead!"
But a voice cruel and flat
Saying for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!"
If you put water in a cup.. it becomes the cup
you put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle.
You put into a tea pot it becomes the teapot..!!
water can flow or it can crash..be water my friend
never let go off your values what ever be the situations are_ Bruce lee
The Prince had fallen in love with this woman, this nymph... But day after day he would leave the castle, on the hunt.
Always hunting the elusive creature with a golden coat, a swift Hind that ran freely through his territory... Always getting away, just out of reach of his arrows...
Then one day, he returned from the hunt to his castle and love... He knelt and asked and vowed everlasting love for her.
"My love," she said, "I beg of you one promise and I am yours. Forever and always."
"Anything. So long as you are my Queen and I your King." He replied.
"End your hunt of that creature. I want you here... with me."
The Prince hesitated.
Long had he hunted the golden creature to the point of obsession. Yet he also yearned for this woman. She was the other half of his heart...
"I will not hunt the Hind any longer..." He lied and she believed him.
Few days passed before, riding through his territory, the Prince caught a glint of gold in the distance. Like a ravenous dog, he salivated.
"Men, one last hunt!" He called to his kinsmen.
On horseback they thundered and surged towards the creature. Caught in surprise, it ran again. Ran swiftly through the trees and brush, but instead of going deeper into the forest... It headed towards the castle.
"Finally!" The Prince thought in triumph as the hounds bayed and howled in close pursuit behind the doe.
Its hooves clamored on the cobbled stone of the courtyard before the palace. The Prince notched an arrow to his bow and let it fly.
It flew straight and true.
It struck the Hind whom collapsed at the foot of the palace steps. As the Prince dismounted from his horse to inspect his kill... The Golden Hind transformed.
No longer a doe with golden coat but his love with her golden hair.
The Prince cried out his anguish.
"How can this be!" He cried and cradled her in his arms.
"I begged you to end the hunt..." she replied weakly. "It is I who you found at the stream so long ago, bathing. And it is I who ran through your territory so often to see my handsome Prince..."
"Father! Please do not punish him! He knew not what he has done!" She cried to the skies as a thunder roared above and dark clouds rolled forth.
With a last shuddering breath she sobbed again, "Please!" But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
For she was the daughter of a God of Nature and she the nymph that protected the palace forest. This God roared a storm above as the Prince held his love close to his chest and wept.
"I will be lenient for my daughters sake but you shall be punished!" The formless voice above rumbled. "You will become what others fear and what you are in your heart!"
And with that, the Prince was cursed and transformed into a hideous Beast...
I wanted the viewer to be in a place of a witness of the Impermanence of things. Without having to say or think of anything else, the spiritual has already arisen in you, the awareness that is formless - the formless in you is the aware presence that is aware of the short lived nature of all forms.
(Testing out some old- ish 669 Film with my land camera 210
Tree Veins Suffolk Summers Day)
This is an image from a part of the JC Slaughter Falls in Mount Coot-tha Brisbane.
You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend. - Bruce Lee
there is one sun that runs thru the seconds, minutes, hours, solar and lunar days, the changing seasons of the year
just so, there is but one thread (god/creator) that runs thru all forms, worlds, solar systems and all beings.
unborn, & formless one, God is
hay un sol que recorre los segundos, minutos, horas, días solares y lunares, las estaciones cambiantes del año.
de la misma manera, sólo hay un hilo que recorre todas las formas, mundos, sistemas solares y todos los seres.
Dios no nacido y sin forma, es
from rehiras sahib, a sikh prayer
de rehiras sahib, una oración sikh
in the original writings of the sikhs, there are no capital letters
en los escritos originales de los sikhs, no hay letras mayúsculas
Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way round or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.
Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend. ~ Bruce Lee
empty your mind, be formless, shapeless -like water ~ Bruce Lee
okay.. it was fun! first strobist walk at night, not too far just a few block from my place.. but those things are heavy.. specially for me.. :P
Strobist info: YN460@1/32 through white umbrela 6' away camera right .
Almighty God Uses His Word to Save Man - "The Main Purpose of God’s Work in the Flesh" (Music Video)
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/the-main-purpose-of-gods-...
Introduction
1. God comes into flesh for the main purpose to make man see God’s practical deeds. He realizes the formless Spirit in the flesh so that man can touch and see Him. In this way, people made complete by Him can be those who live out Him. They are ones who are gained by Him, and ones who are after His heart.
2. If God only spoke utterances from the heavens and didn’t practically come to earth, man would never know God. They would just convey God’s deeds with hollow theories, but would never have God’s word as reality. God comes to earth to set an example and serve as a model for those He will gain. In this way, man can come to know God, touch God, and see God in a practical way. And only in this way can he truly be gained by God. God comes to earth to set an example and serve as a model for those He will gain. In this way, man can come to know God, touch God, and see God in a practical way. And only in this way can he truly be gained by God. And only in this way can he truly be gained by God.
from “You Ought to Know That the Practical God Is God Himself” in The Word Appears in the Flesh
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Extending the Airport Runway
The good citizens of the commission
cast their votes
for more of everything.
Very early in the morning
I go out
to the pale dunes, to look over
the empty spaces
of the wilderness.
For something is there,
something is there when nothing else is there but itself,
that is not there when anything else is.
Alas, the good citizens of the commission have not seen it,
whatever it is,
formless, yet palpable.
Very shining, very delicate.
Very rare.
Mary Oliver
in A Thousand Mornings
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I wanted the viewer to be in a place of a witness of the Impermanence of things. Without having to say or think of anything else, the spiritual has already arisen in you, the awareness that is formless - the formless in you is the aware presence that is aware of the short lived nature of all forms.
(Testing out some old- ish 669 Film with my land camera 210
Tree Veins Suffolk Summers Day)
I've just finished my first ilford black and white roll with an Olympus Om1 - 35 mm lens. It's been really fun to get used to a manual camera and i'm blessed to have been given an Olympus OM1 to shoot with .
"Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. That water can flow, or it can crash. Be water my friend."
Within the Great Tree
That is my Life
Sing two birds of note:
One flits around from branch to branch
Sometimes joyously intoxicated
Sometimes devastatingly morose
It seems to stretch with every sound
Towards that other Bird
Waiting there in the higher branches
The illuminated- immovable One
That lives in a dimension beyond
The world of the five senses
Singing with such sweetness
Such profoundness
Bringing forth the essence
Of all that is possible
In the Universe of Music
This mysterious Songbird
Enraptures the aching one
Exudes an invitation
To experience more than the tree
As if every note
Contained the essence of Eternity
The immortal seed of Creation
The ecstasy of abundant Peace
The fixed point of Meditation
The wellspring of all Songs
The sacred Source
Reverberating Asupiciously
from Absolute Silence
©Ganga Fondan, 2016
The Ancients of the Vedic culture used to describe the soul and the Great Soul as two birds singing within each of us. Every soul is enmeshed with earthly life and experiences a restlessness and is ever in contact with another bird which represents the Great Oness within which sings its Divine inspirations straight from Source and sings the Music which shows the soul its true Home. More and more I feel this to be true within my Heart and whenever I forget, the soul gets agitated and needs to listen and look up to its Divine Essence again.
有相 无相之间。
On the left is Arupadhatu (the formless world) with circular platforms, and on the right is Rupadhatu (the world of forms) with square platforms.
More in Indonesia Set.
ᴸᶤᶠᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘᵖʳᵉᵐᵉ ᶤᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃᶰᶜᵉˑ ᵀᶤᵐᵉ ˢʷᶤᶠᵗˡʸ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵇʸ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵒᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵘᶰᶤᵗʸ ᶤˢ ˡᵒˢᵗˑ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵗʳᶤᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉᶰˑ ᴬʷᵃᵏᵉᶰˑ ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵉᵉᵈ˒ ᵈᵒ ᶰᵒᵗ ˢᵠᵘᵃᶰᵈᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᶤᶠᵉˑ
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水 Sui or mizu, meaning "Water", represents the fluid, flowing, formless things in the world. Outside of the obvious example of rivers and the lake, plants are also categorized under sui, as they adapt to their environment, growing and changing according to the direction of the sun and the changing seasons. Blood and other bodily fluids are represented by sui, as are mental or emotional tendencies towards adaptation and change. Sui can be associated with emotion, defensiveness, adaptability, flexibility, suppleness, and magnetism.
I used to be a professor of (Christian) theology. However, when it comes to all things divine and spiritual, I have become poor again. I do not know, have, and perhaps will, anything. As Meister Eckhart around 1300 used to say, such things are formless and I have become what I was, before I was born. And in this condition, all sacred images, visual or textual, do no longer help. Fuji X-E3, window light.
"Empty your minds, be formless. Shapeless like water" - Bruce Lee.
I finished word around 5pm. I had to hurry cause the sun was already setting and i didn't had ideas for today's photo. To make the story short i sweat a lot for all the running i did looking for something to shoot, and in that time one button of my pantsthat hold the straps broke. It was fun tho. And luckily the image turned out fine.
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"Vacía tu mente, que no tenga forma... como el agua" - Bruce Lee
Hoy pude desocuparme a las 5pm y tuve que apresurarme porque ya estaba oscureciendo y no tenía idea aún de qué hacer para la foto de hoy.
En resumen sudé como loco de tanto correr buscando algo que fotografiar. Tanto que el botón trasero de mi pantalón que sostenía los tirantes se descosió.
Al final encontré al regadera y la foto de hoy terminó saliendo bien. La verdad fue un día bastante divertido y productivo.