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Beyond DreamTime
'When You're In My Wonder'.
You didn’t come and didn’t leave.
You weren’t, you won’t be, you are.
Everything and nothing.
Timeless and formless.
Without beginning, without an end.
Time is not precious at all because it is an illusion. What seems so precious to you is not time, but the only point that lies outside of time: the now. However, that is expensive. The more you focus on the time, on Past and future, the more you miss the now, the most precious thing there is. Why is it so precious? First, because it's the only one. There is nothing else. The Eternal Presence is the space in which your entire life takes place, the only force that is constant. life is now There has never been a time when your life wasn't now, nor will it ever be. Second, now is the only thing that can carry you beyond the limits of your mind. It is the only gateway to the timeless and formless realm of being. (Eckhardt Tolle )
“The inner life has its soft and gentle beauty; an abstract formlessness as well as a subtle charm. I often consider myself as a figure in a foggy painting: faltering lines, insecure distances, and a merging of greys and blacks. An emotion or a mood—a mere wisp of color—is shaded off and made to spread until it becomes one with all that surrounds it.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909
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.
Venice
... yes I was in Italy, and I have a ton of shots, many that are bright and colorful. why am I posting this one, I don't know, I find it haunting in a way ... it's formlessness is also strikingly different from my last two posts replete with perfectly straight lines and order ... and perhaps it is somehow symbolic of the city of Venice itself which I loved ...
... lately I am often confounded with what to post and in what order. I am inundated with photos, and that's just the iphone, I haven't even scratched the surface of my dSLR shots from ages ... perhaps I should take a break from photography all together, but I find that I cannot let go! Is this what they call addiction?
many thanks for your visits and comments, I love reading them.
Considered as simple space between dark matter with nothing much to mean. Pregnancy is the element of cosmic purification, the substance that gives motherhood, life to earth, its constant sanction. It is the element of communication in emptiness and dreams, the ability to conceive and recall a thought or idea by all means. The element of ecstasy and eternal spiritual aspiration,pregnancy creates ether and there consciousness can extend itself in any form, which interconnects in all languages the space which there are to even grasp to adorn the realm of pure idea and direct knowing, the element of formlessness, the love we bestowing. The inner-verse is the involution or the mastery of intuitive perception, and since pregnancy implies ether, the purification of emotion and the true self conception, The unknown has its mystical knowledge, the Seers have this awareness, which in societies power play is considered as foolish bizarreness. Behind your true free will, there is, ‘The divine Will', or space between, every virtue is an expression to discover beauty and what does it mean. THAT nothing is something and something is everything making all a figment of one projected dream, thus meaning only now is real and we never reach tomorrow, yesterday was manifested in the projection of the birthed now we are the GODs of our own reality we are whatever SEX we wish to be and we have the ability to be impregnated with whatever seed we wish to give birth too! 9 is a magical number in all realms research it! If you catch my wave you got my frequency, just a goddess with a little message nugget as you carry on your journey or maybe you’re here Just because my picture caught your eye, lol either way lol ❤ I love you!!
Part 2
That night I awoke at 2 am. (Back in 2016 during my 40 day journey on the Sierra High Route I came across a little tarn that I thought was really beautiful flic.kr/p/XJvwTq that I wanted to photograph at sunrise but I was there during the wrong time of day, so I added it to my return to list. Today I planned on returning to it, so like I said I wanted it at sunrise so I woke up at 2 am, because it was 3 miles away over a cross country pass that was 820 ft higher than where I was camping.) I put my camera gear and breakfast into my backpack and left everything else in my tent. The sky was moonless and scattered with stars. The air was alive and restless as a strong wind blew through the lake basin. I began to follow the trail that circumnavigated the lake, but in the devouring darkness I soon lost it. I continued on into the starry night guided only by the small circle of light cast by my headlamp.
The formless landscape twisted into strange shapes and dark trees walked beside me swaying in the cold relentless wind. To my left lay the lake, it's waters stretching into an endless black void glittering with reflected starlight. Soon I began to hear, between gusts of wind, the distant sound of water cascading over rocks. As I got closer it got louder and amongst the babbling of the creek the water also sounded like faint drum beats. “Drums, drums in the deep”. I crossed the creek and continued around the far end of Garnet Lake heading to the sloping meadow lands.
All this time the wind blew strong, pulling on my beard and tugging at my clothes. When I reached the meadow lands the landscaped opened and the trees followed me no more. On the other side of the meadows the grass became talus and now I had to climb White Bark Pass, a cross country pass that I did back in 2016 going the the other way during the day. Before trying to navigate my way up the steep pass I took a break and turned my headlamp off. The darkness thickened without the light to hold it back and the stars glimmered overhead, the milky way arcing high reaching from horizon to horizon. Turning my light back on I began to look for the route up the pass. I soon realized I had gone too far west because tall cliffs rose to my south so I retraced my steps until a faint trail appeared in front of me. The pass was easy but finding a safe route up with just my headlamp was challenging. At times the trail vanished only to reappear on top of a ledge that required hands and feet to climb.
There was no relief from the cold wind while I climbed the talus covered mountainside. As soon as I reached the top of the pass the largest gust yet was already there to greet me, trying to push me back down to the meadow from where I had come. I quickly made my way down the other side seeking shelter from the relentless wind. Then appearing as apparitions out of the inky darkness a few crooked pine trees stood against the wind. I quickly made my way over to the closest one and huddled beneath it’s sheltering branches and for the few moments I lied there I was protected and warm while the wind still howled through it's boughs. After a few minutes I ventured back out into the cold wind.
As I made my way by the small circle of light cast by my headlamp the ground ahead of me fell away into a deep, dark abyss, as though a chasm had opened leading deep down into the roots of the mountains to where the drums had sounded. “Drums, drums in the deep.” The landscape on this side of the pass was formed by rolling hills, each hill falling away further and deeper then the last and as I descended down and down the black formless void fell before me keeping it's distance as though it was afraid of my light. Soon I heard distant, rushing water competing with the sound of the wind, and I knew I was close to my destination.
After one final descent I reached a sheltered cirque free from the wind that had been chasing me. After a few more steps I reached a still pond reflecting my light back into my eyes. I followed it's rocky shore downstream and found a spot to stop, here I waited for the dawn. Soon the sky began to lighten and I could see a haze clinging to the high peaks of Banner and Ritter that towered over this small pond. I hoped it wasn't smoke. As the sky grew lighter and lighter and the stars began to fade I could see more and more of my surroundings and I saw that the highest reaches of the two peaks were shroud in thick clouds, not smoke. Soon I was able to see enough that I was now able to start looking for good compositions.
Once all the stars faded and the pale sky was all aglow a bright pink light cast itself upon the high peaks, and a photo that I have wanted to take for the last 5 years finally happened.
Frost-covered trees, a light blanket of snow on the ground and formless, misty woodland beyond. A January morning by Loch Awe.
"Life is beautiful" ; my dear you used to say
Yet, against my will isn't my fate designed ?
A fateful day , the dawn of darkest nights
Came the doomsday that you bid adieu.
Daunted she lay and thus spake soliloquy :
Tears welling my eyelids, shying to drop down,
'Cause, my pain, my love for you will never be mine
Tears welling my eyelids, never will to drop down
'Cause, my pain, my love for you is just mine
Salt and water in my tears, so inseparable
My heart and your thoughts, so bonded
Many a time I have hurt my dear sweet lord
Taking longer strides than I should have.
Words, they say come from language
Nay, it comes from the bottomless pit of my heart
Silence, so noisy, I hardly can hear
My heart cries for your forgiveness,
Tears may not dry, but thicken as blood
I will live, live to bear the pain
Tears welling my eyelids, never will to drop down
'Cause, my pain, my love for you is just mine.
Living in a dream, a small little sunshine of my own,
Giving into pain, with no hope, but despair
Eating my heart and soul that no one own
Leave it to my love until my death
Always afraid of darkness and death,
Befriended them last night,
Brings me peace, soaking in my own tears
Brings me solace, of permanence of my soul, that love you.
Surrender to the pain thee bring in your absence
Dreaming of the flame you lit in my life
Wonder the innate presence of my thy warmth
Little while ago, still lingering, in my tears.
Pain is unbearable for the heart that yearn
For lost love, lost woven among the shredded yarn
Filth and dirt of the physical soul that sure to die
For the undying love safely knit in the web of eternal soul
Pleasures has the senses seen so many,
Pain out of love bears the signature of true love
Marred by eclipses of human errors
Eyes that weep in silence might wash my dirt away
The pittance my memories doles on me to breathe
are fortunes that I dream to decorate my wreath
A dying soul, trying to liberate from its own death
Forever wishing the living grace of forgiveness
No name do my heart calls my love in words
It is just the tears and whimper of the dying soul
Hoping to die wearing the wreath of studded tears
Never to wither away, as long as my soul lives here
The sharp prick of conscience, with a pain so intense
The heart satiates when the soul tries to get off the hook
Surrendering to the pain, denying to free itself
The ultimate cry of the heart to say I know not what love is not.
Crush'd leaves and flowers leave their fragrance behind
Hey, my tears have dried up, leaving no mark of me
Brush'd aside are the dirt of unwanted soul
Lying here to be washed away to the goal
Limpering and simmering the fire of emotion
That burn up my blood of future
Resizing my life to the dreams of it's most beautiful part
Lived and existed for a painful departure
Wonder if it is painful to let free my soul
Wonder if there is life after death?
If life sustain after death as a formless soul,
It is worth the pain and my heart's desire will not go in vain
Corpses that lie still, I seek that serenity
Knowing too well that those tears were useless
When a loving soul can be near to my lost love
For ever as little sunshine in his life.
Sleepless night awakening the untired soul
Searching every corner of the universe
For the lost love, lost in the ocean of sin
Drowning in the swamp of bloodless wound
Hey, heart sleep tonight to rest
The soul that bears the love of your heart
Lost in the wilderness of burning distress
Fuming to kindle the fire of nothingness
Long sleep of no return, come on naturally
For the soul that has the imprint of my love, never to be hurt again
Until the sinful bones wither in to mother earth
Can't wait until I see the endless tunnel of hope end.
The more I grab the sand at the ocean,
More it escapes away from within the fingers
Surrender to the little grains of my love's feeling
Divine love - so it be to the painful pleasure of undying death.
Wake up my dear, from the dreams
Like you wake up from dreams within dreams
Nothing is lost, lest you gain; Everything 'Here' remains
When all that it seems as you see,
are mere perceptions of flickering illusions;
and random playback of those perceptions.
No dream longer than this moment, here, now
Wake up - be free; drift with the flow
- Anuj Nair
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Snow falls
Over leaves,
And trees.
Like human curiosity.
Bringing form to formless things.
A late western disturbance made a curious sculpture of land and snow, as the sun shone it's shadows over frozen twigs, here in the western himalayan country of Kinnaur, Himachal Pradesh, India.
© Anshul Soni, All Rights Reserved.
This image is NOT available for use on websites, blogs or any other media without the explicit written permission of the photographer.
Empty your mind! Be formless, shapeless, like water. If you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. You fill it into a teapot, it becomes the teapot, fill it into cup, it becomes the cup. Now water can flow, or it can crash: Be water, my friend!"
(Bruce Lee, 1940-1973, in a TV Interview)
This quote was left in my comments one time, on another water picture, if I can dig it out I will give credit to the person who left the comment.
Ah here is the credit to the quote goes to Bockschuss: www.flickr.com/photos/herzogtum/
“Let us go where skins are rainbows
Enhanced by every hue.
Where genders are clouds
Weightless and formless through.
Let us go where creeds are stars
That illuminate our view.
Where men and women are one
And the in-between are true.
Let us go where I am free to love
For I cannot unlove you.”
― Kamand Kojouri
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Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless. Like water. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can flow, or it can crash. Be water, my friend...
~Bruce Lee
* Clarament inspirada pel mestre en aquests afers minimalistes costaners
(i espero no haver-te-la copiat/plagiat inconscientment... acabo de fer una ullada a la teva galeria a veure si veia dutxes i crec que no...)
“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
Asia, Indonesia, Jawa Tengah, Magelang, Borobudur, Tourists (uncut)
The last one of this Borobudur mini-series, thanxalot for your kind comments! Shot from the top level and showing the natural context of this fascinating edifice.
Borobudur is a 9th-century Mahayana Buddhist temple and the world's largest Buddhist one. It consists of nine vertically juxtaposed platforms topped by a central dome. The temple is decorated with 2,672 relief panels and 504 Buddha statues. The central dome is surrounded by 72 Buddha statues, each seated inside a perforated stupa.
It was designed in Javanese Buddhist architectural style, which blends the Javanese indigenous cult of ancestor worship and the Buddhist concept of attaining Nirvana. The temple shows the influences of Indian Gupta style.
It guides the visitors through an extensive system of stairways and corridors with many narrative relief panels on the walls
and the balustrades. Borobudur has the largest and most complete ensemble of Buddhist reliefs in the world.
Borobudur is still used for pilgrimage; once a year, Buddhists in Indonesia celebrate Vesak at the monument. The journey for pilgrims begins at the base of the monument and follows a path around the monument and ascends to the top through three levels symbolic of Buddhist cosmology Kamadhatu (the world of desire), Rupadhatu (the world of forms) and Arupadhatu (the world of formlessness).
More about its history: After its construction in the 9th century it was abandoned following the 14th-century decline of Hindu kingdoms in Java and the Javanese conversion to Islam. It was ‘rediscovered’ in 1814 and since then 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.
(Based upon info here)
Information about our gettting there and our stay is with the previous post: here.
(Kodak Gold 100 film - Kodak print, scanned with Canon MP610)
This is number 28 of a series of scans - the Les Années Argentiques album here and the and numer 9 of the Indonesia 1995 album here
What is seen is not the Truth
What is cannot be said
Trust comes not without seeing
Nor understanding without words
The wise comprehends with knowledge
To the ignorant it is but a wonder
Some worship the formless God
Some worship His various forms
In what way He is beyond these attributes
Only the Knower knows
That music cannot be written
How can then be the notes
Says Kabir, awareness alone will overcome illusion
Kabir. Illusion and Reality.
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.
The Creation
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. God saw that the light was good; and God 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, one day.
Then God said, “Let there be an expanse in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters.” God made the expanse, and separated the waters which were below the expanse from the waters which were above the expanse; and it was so. God called the expanse heaven. And there was evening and there was morning, a second day.
~Take me away from time and season,
Far, far away we'll sing with reason,
Prepare a throne of stars above me,
As the world once known will leave me.
Take me away upon a plateau,
Far, far away from fears and shadow,
Strengthen my heart in times of sorrow,
Light the way to bright tomorrows.
Answer our call in desperate hours,
Shelter our fall from earthly powers,
Temper our souls with flame and furnace,
Bear us toward a noble purpose.
Heaven hides nothing in it's measure,
Mortal men blinded by false treasure,
Formless and vanquished we shall travel,
Shield and sword will guide our battle~
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Globus - Take Me Away
EYESHINU TI
Tempo della Luna
Potere Spirituale
Ecco l'esordio, l'alta marea del potere manifesto nella donna.
Ora la materia informe della vita scorre dal grembo originale della Creazione.
E' questo il tuo Tempo della Luna; ora diffondi nel mondo energia vitale purificata.
Sii benedetta, o donna, poiché hai il dono di tale particolare esperienza!
Possa tu sempre essere onorata, protetta e accudita nel momento della marea, quando il tuo potere è talmente forte da disgregare le forme esistenti. E' questo un dono all'essere femminile affinché il suo corpo sia un recipiente di potere spirituale.
Il Tempo della Luna è un momento per isolarsi, meditare e capire questo potere che è lo stesso che crea tutte le forme esistenti. Anche quando non produce un nuovo essere umano, questo potere è comunque a disposizione della donna perché possa dare nascita a ciò che desidera.
Usa questo potere con la saggezza che ti viene offerta dalla nuova apertura.
Medita, prega e produci bellezza.
EYESHINU TI
Moon Time
Spiritual Power
Here is the beginning, the high tide of power manifest in women.
Now the formless matter of life flows from the original womb of Creation.
This is your Moon Time; now spread purified vital energy into the world.
Be blessed, woman, for you have the gift of such a particular experience!
May you always be honored, protected and cared for in the moment of the tide, when your power is strong enough to disrupt existing forms. This is a gift to the female being so that her body is a vessel of spiritual power.
Moon Time is a time to isolate, meditate and understand this power which is the same that creates all existing forms. Even when it does not produce a new human being, this power is still available to the woman so that she can give birth to what she desires.
Use this power with the wisdom offered to you by the new opening.
Meditate, pray and produce beauty.
www.edizionilpuntodincontro.it/libri/le-carte-lakota-dell...
Bing Image Creator
MAHPIA
Nuvola
Coercizione/Assuefazione
"Sono fredda e distante. L'unico calore che conosco è quello di Wakinyan quando decide di avvolgersi in me. Sono informe e dispersa, alla mercè del vento. Veicolo delle strade di molti, viaggio per mari e continenti, recando nutrimento o disperazione.
Auguro a voi tutti, e a me stessa, l'integrazione, la completezza.
Puoi vedere una nuvola quando mi guardi, ma sappi che sono soltanto una servitrice, priva di vera direzione.
La mia espressione è quella degli altri. Il mio vero essere è privo di forma."
MAHPIA
Cloud
Coercion/Addiction
"I am cold and distant. The only warmth I know is that of Wakinyan when he decides to wrap himself in me. I am shapeless and dispersed, at the mercy of the wind. Vehicle of the roads of many, I travel across seas and continents, bringing nourishment or despair.
I wish you all, and myself, integration, completeness.
You may see a cloud when you look at me, but know that I am only a servant, with no real direction.
My expression is that of others. My very being is formless."
www.edizionilpuntodincontro.it/libri/le-carte-lakota-dell...
Bing Image Creator
"The subject, the I, the knower without which nothing could be known, perceived, thought, or felt, must remain forever unknowable. This is because the I has no form. Only forms can be known, and yet without the formless dimension, the world of form could not be. It is the luminous space in which the world arises and subsides. The space is the life that I Am."
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth
Dislcaimer: I am not, by any way or manner, pretending that I understand Eckhart Tolle fully.
River Falls Farmstead. The end of the line for this old farmstead, due to be demolished soon. On a winter landscape under a formless sky, there is not much of it left. A half mile of corn field behind the house. By this time next year it will all be corn field.
“The inner life has its soft and gentle beauty; an abstract formlessness as well as a subtle charm. I often consider myself as a figure in a foggy painting: faltering lines, insecure distances, and a merging of greys and blacks. An emotion or a mood—a mere wisp of color—is shaded off and made to spread until it becomes one with all that surrounds it.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909
Model: DJ Tina Turntables.
Clothing by, Leslie Jean Porter Vintage Collection.
I was so taken with Monknash beach on my frst visit Friday afternoon that I took my girlfriend back the next day, lured by the promise of good food and ales at the Plough and Harrow just up the road (delicious faggotts incidentally and a rather tastey Pontypridd-brewed pale ale).
What I liked about this scene (taken just after sunset) was the soft light, pastel colour and soft formless clouds and water all being cut through by the rough slab of rock.
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.
Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless, like water. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can flow, or it can crash. Be water, my friend.
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“I ache on a much bigger level. I can feel this thing that is so big. It’s so much bigger than the human drama of a lack of a sense of beauty and lack of love for one another…is the fact that the earth itself, nature itself sees our beauty and loves towards us and we are deflecting that.
You think it’s sad not to love your partner or spouse or child at the pure state of beingness. It is much sadder that you cannot receive from an entire Universe that sees you and is sending back to you an awe-inspired joy that you are here right now.
This is definitely Juliet killing herself thinking that her lover is dead when her lover has concocted the perfect plan to stay asleep long enough that there can be freedom to love. We are in our Romeo and Juliet moment with the Universe.”
-Zach Bush
I had to stop the podcast a few times to digest the words that Zach was saying. A few weeks ago, something simillar yet not quite so eloquent had come out of my thoughts yet had not grasped the majesty of the concept until Zach spoke these words at the beginning of Danica Patrick’s interview with him a few weeks ago. This is my tribute to those beautiful and relevant ideas that came gushing out of his heart. This message is so important, so vital and crucial…so filled with audacity and goosebumps, I just had to share it with you. If anyone tells you your Lover is dead, put your hand on the earth and feel the pulse of Life flowing through every cell of your body. We are not just dead and empty parts interacting, we are all part of a Great Love Story that is just beginning.
Juliet is half hidden in this image. She enters the formless romance as Life begins to reveal itself on a whole new level...
Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness.
~Sun Tzu
“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.”
Bolt in water.
From The Springs of Mount. Helicon & Hesiod's Theogony to Vienna ...
And so much Splendour,so much Light ...
They were All there gracing the Palace,giving Prominence to the Royal Space and agreeably receiving the Visitors
Invocation To The Muses ...
Κλειώ, Ευτέρπη, Θάλεια, Μελπομένη, Τερψιχόρη, Ερατώ, Πολυμνία, Ουρανία, Καλλιόπη ...
Erato,Euterpe,Kalliope, Kleio,Melpomene, Ourania,Polymnia, Terpsichore,Thaleia ...
Muses help me to be a careful observer,to muse with the greatest affection on everything I see ...
Open as interstellar space
To the exploring and excited mind.
That mind and body are conjoined near,
And thousand dainty shapes inhabit there,
And unimagin'd forms by common mind ...
Beauty is Truth ... Isn't it ?
The Arts refine, purify , adorn, embellish life under the patronage of Muses.
Oh, come ! Renew in us the Ancient Wonder,the grace of Life, its courage, and its Joy ! Weave us those garlands nothing can destroy ! Come with your Radiant Eyes ...
Ideals on pedestals ? Where Have All the Muses Gone? I ask the same question Edmund Spenser , I can see their tears as they sit beside the Silver Springs of Helicon ...
Succeeding Ages have no Light;
Of things forepast, nor Monuments of Time;
And all that in this World is worthy Hight ; And in the Bosom of all Bliss did sit ... I shalln't die in darkness;
plenty the precious store of the celestial riches ...
Where be the sweet Delights of Learning Treasure ?
Ye gentle Spirits breathing from above,
through the Rust of Time ;
And Golden Trumpet of Eternity,
That lowly Thoughts lift up to Heaven's height,
And mortal Men have Power to deify through Knowledge ;
we behold the World's Creation,
And judge of Nature's cunning Operation,
How things she formed of a formless Mass;
By Knowledge we do learn our selves to know,
And what to Man, and what to God we owe ...
From hence, we mount aloft into the Sky,
And look into the crystal Firmament;
There we behold the Heaven's great Hierarchy,
The Stars pure Light, the Spheres swift Movement,
The Spirits and Intelligences fair ;
And there, with humble Mind and high Insight,
Th' Eternal Maker's Majesty we view ,
Such Happiness have they, that do embrace
The Precepts of our heavenly Discipline ;
The School of Arts Divine to make Men heavenly-wise, through humbled Will.
The Land of The Muses,The Tears of the Muses
With Beauty kindled, and with pleasure fed ...
Hey all is corrupted through the Rust of Time ; But
Beauty and Love still exist , they are not just Archaic Epigrams ...
Ευτέρπη ....
O lovely and not sad ,
Euterpe, be thou in this Hall tonight !
Bid us remember all we ever had
Of sweet and gay delight—
We who are free,
But cannot quite be glad,
Thinking of huge, abrupt disaster brought
Upon so many of our kind...
O Muses, O immortal Nine !
Thoughts In the manner of Spenser ...
Thanks & Gratitude for your visits my Flickr friends ♥ Thanks are the Highest form of Thought & Gratitude is Happiness ✿ڿڰۣ(̆̃̃ ღ
NB : Words Radiate more Light than the Elegant Chandeliers ...
Hesiod's "Theogony"
From the Heliconian Muses let us begin to sing, who hold the great and holy mount of Helicon, and dance on soft feet about the deep-blue spring and the altar of the almighty son of Cronos, and, when they have washed their tender bodies in Permessus or in the Horse's Spring or Olmeius, make their fair, lovely dances upon highest Helicon and move with vigorous feet. Thence they arise and go abroad by night, veiled in thick mist, and utter their song with lovely voice, praising Zeus the aegis-holder and queenly Hera of Argos who walks on golden sandals and the daughter of Zeus the aegis-holder bright-eyed Athene, and Phoebus Apollo, and Artemis who delights in arrows, and Poseidon the earth-holder who shakes the earth, and reverend Themis and quick-glancing Aphrodite, and Hebe with the crown of gold, and fair Dione, Leto, Iapetus, and Cronos the crafty counsellor, Eos and great Helius and bright Selene, Earth too, and great Oceanus, and dark Night, and the holy race of all the other deathless ones that are for ever. And one day they taught Hesiod glorious song while he was shepherding his lambs under holy Helicon, and this word first the goddesses said to me--the Muses of Olympus, daughters of Zeus who holds the aegis ...
"Muses work all day long and then at night get together and dance." Edgar Degas
it is nonetheless real.
as much as i like snow, i really miss the warm weather.
*explored, thank you :)
"I am out of bed at two-fifteen in the morning, when the night is darkest and most silent...I find myself in the primordial lostness of night, solitude, forest, peace, a mind awake in the dark, looking for a light...A light appears, and in the light an ikon. There is now in the large darkess a small room of radiance with psalms in it. The psalms grow up silently by themselves without effort like plants in this light which is favorable to them. The plants hold themselves up on stems which have a single consistency, that of mercy, or rather great mercy. Magna Misericordia. In the formlessness of night and silence a word then pronounces itself: Mercy."
May we cling to the light of mercy that shows the faces of Christ and the Theotokos until dawn arrives.
-(Day of a Stranger, p.43,45; photo of Ikon from Merton's hermitage, p.42)
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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Original Song here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvYkUjYog0A&list=RDrvYkUjYog0...
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