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I still keep a pencil bin on my desk. Right next to the pencil sharpener. Its a bit of a throwback against the more modern stuff I have in my work area.
Sometimes, I'll actually find an excuse to write with them.
The weekly theme for the 52 weeks group is wabi sabi. The Japanese/Zen aesthetic of beauty of imperfection, impermanence, and the natural.
If someone offered you a box
containing everything you ever lost
…what would you look for first?
[feel free to answer in comments]
following my own path.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind,
so excitable, so uncertain,
so difficult to control.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
Photo Taken at Venus By The Water - a sim created in love of nature, music, art, and friendship.
Carrière de Lens, Gard, France 2018
DSC0022
Impermanence de l'espace
Photographie noir et blanc
Black and white photography
©misaato
An abandoned ranch commands an alluring view of Drake's Bay along the Point Reyes Peninsula. There are many abandoned ranches along the Point Reyes coastline, many of them tracing their roots to the earliest days of California. Residing within a National Preserve, the old ranches are protected but not maintained--meaning they are subjected to the wear and tear of the harsh coastal climate without human intervention. This creates a real bonanza for photographers.
A trip to Point Reyes is always spiritually rewarding. Whether your fancy is scenery, wildlife, or historical structures, it's a place where the impermanence of life on earth continually takes front and center stage.
Happy Fence Friday everyone.
Point Reyes National Seashore CA
Hide and seek in the leaves
playing, laughing,
wont you, please?
Outside the world is
drifting away
but friends stay.
Finding a soul
to spend time around,
is always easy when
we look at the ground.
Nature provides,
in every way,
so, join in and play.
Dream, create, play!
.................
Photograph of the leaves, mirrored, saturated and a fish eye filter used.
tonight's haiku...
have you ever felt
two different sides of self
the music holds me.
-- me.
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana and a good death.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
Breath rises, breath falls —
this is the whole world.
Whatever comes, comes;
whatever goes, goes.
The stillness remains.
Todo se expresa en la impermanencia y en el movimiento.
Everything is expressed in impermanence and movement.
Menorca. Agosto de 2011
morning in white satin
hides the living and the dead
journey's impermanence
The dense fog covered the trees tops and made it difficult to distinguish the living from the dead. The morning mist adds an air of mystery to their coexistence as their forms and shapes constantly change by each moment, creating a journey of impermanence.
in the midst of chaos...
when surrounded
by duplicity...
breathe.
just breathe.
tomorrow i will awaken...
unburdened.
-- me.
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana and a good death.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
Interdisciplinary artist Miya Ando reimagines the year 2023 not in days, but in flowers depicting the 72 seasons of the nature-based ancient Japanese system of time-telling. The installation comes to life through 72 chiffon banners suspended in the Winter Garden at Brookfield Place.
What if we measured time not in months, days, and hours, but in flowers? Flower Atlas, by Japanese and American artist Miya Ando, imagines such a world, representing 2023 in the form of 365 signature flowers in bloom each day somewhere on Earth. Soaring above visitors, the 72 banners create a moveable feast of tactile, temporal imagery. The installation allows guests to pinpoint dates by flower and season, in the process attuning them to the impermanence and interconnectedness of all living systems.
Ando’s work presents physical articulations of her contemplation of the cycles of nature and the passage of time, in which concept, image, and materials fuse to create totemic objects. Taking as their subject the fleeting phenomena of seasons, day, night, clouds, and tides, her sculptural work is rendered in ink, pigment, micronized silver, gold, mica, oil, or resin, effectively harnessing materials of permanence to express notions of transience.
To learn more about her artwork, click on the link:
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
tonight's prose…
some days
peace is hard to find
some nights
sleep won't come
remember to breathe
and, listen...
for enlightened words
riding on the breeze.
Love is always the answer.
-- me.
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
following my own path.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind,
so excitable, so uncertain,
so difficult to control.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
tonight's haiku...
beautiful colors
rise above grayness below
flying free on wings.
-- me.
Photo taken at Immersivist - Lobby Cam by Bryn Oh.
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
Abstractions, Bassin d'orage, Castrie, Herault, Occitanie, Août 2020
misaato_DSC6243
Photographie noir et blanc
Black and white photography
misaatophotography
©misaato
Kinkaku-ji (金閣寺, literally "Temple of the Golden Pavilion"), officially named Rokuon-ji (鹿苑寺, lit. 'Deer Garden Temple'), is a Zen temple in northern Kyoto whose top two floors are completely covered in gold leaf. The temple belonged to a powerful statesman, Saionji Kintsune. Kinkaku-ji's history dates to 1397, when the villa was purchased from the Saionji family by shōgun Ashikaga Yoshimitsu and transformed into the Kinkaku-ji complex. After he died in 1408 by his will, his son converted it to a Zen temple.
It has burned down numerous times throughout its history including twice during the Onin War, a civil war that destroyed much of Kyoto; and once again more recently in 1950 when it was set on fire by a fanatic monk. The present structure was rebuilt in 1955.
It is designated a National Special Historic Site and a National Special Landscape. It is one of 17 locations making up the Historic Monuments of Ancient Kyoto which are World Heritage Sites.
Each floor of the Kinkaku-ji uses three different styles of architecture: shinden, samurai, and zen, specifically on each floor.
The first floor, called The Chamber of Dharma Waters (法水院, Hō-sui-in), is rendered in shinden-zukuri style, reminiscent of the residential style of the 11th century Heian imperial aristocracy. It is designed as an open space with adjacent verandas and uses natural, unpainted wood and white plaster. This helps to emphasize the surrounding landscape. The walls and fenestration also affect the views from inside the pavilion. Most of the walls are made of shutters that can vary the amount of light and air in the pavilion and change the view by controlling the shutters' heights. The second floor called The Tower of Sound Waves (潮音洞, Chō-on-dō ), is built in the style of warrior aristocrats, or buke-zukuri. On this floor, sliding wood doors and latticed windows create a feeling of impermanence. The second floor also contains a Buddha Hall and a shrine dedicated to the goddess of mercy, Kannon. The third floor is built in traditional Chinese chán ( zen) style, known as zenshū-butsuden-zukuri. It is called the Cupola of the Ultimate (究竟頂, Kukkyō-chō).
tonight's prose…
my paradise
smiling in the last rays of sun
reflecting off blue ocean waves
running barefoot
on powder white sand
chasing the final moments
of a beautiful day
to carefully press between pages
in my favorite book of poetry.
-- me.
...real love in the real world *bisous*
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
In a back alley in Garfield, Some aluminum siding that is in the process of succumbing to gravity. There's some nice color contrast, such as the cyan of the door and the back of the section of siding that is hanging down vs. the yellow/red rust of the downspout, and the blue vs. orange buckets/bins. The deterioration evident throughout is appealing as always, photographically that is, and the signs of remedial activity by humans not present point to themes of constant change, man trying to stave off the inevitable ruin of things by nature, impermanence, and the interplay between the nature of man and nature itself.
my intent is to always choose the light...
to remain open to possibility,
positive outcomes,
and alternative points of view.
to view the path of others
with love and peaceful acceptance.
to release the self
and embrace interbeing.
to not allow toxic influences,
lies and gossip,
and negative experiences of the past
to blind my eyes,
delude my mind,
or embitter my heart
to beauty and goodness in the world.
to see the light
in my mind
and in my heart.
every moment is an opportunity
to choose the light again.
-- me.
following my own path.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind,
so excitable, so uncertain,
so difficult to control.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
tonight's poetry...
I love dirty pictures.
give me grain and blur 'til I can't stand it.
you wanna blow my exposure - live on the edge, baby.
then, adjust my curves... mhmm, just a slight Ssss
and, don't forget to desaturate me... ever so gently.
-- me.
Photo taken at Warehouse 21 - underground music club
★ everything except mainstream ★
#dance club #hangout #party #alternative #indie #rock #punk #pop #blues #soul #techno #trance #house #edm #progressive #electro #darkwave #darkrock
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
More experiments, I have a green and blue light and have placed some colorful pens behind the bubble. I love the impermanence of working with bubbles. Have a colorful day!
The cherry blossom season is short and the petals fall after about a week. This transience of life (utsuroi) expresses mujō (impermanence). Everything in the world is all transient in both figure and essence, and any entity cannot keep its form, even for a moment. It is said that the Japanese view of nature is based on impermanence, one of the essential doctrines in Buddhism. When a flower falls and a life ends, Japanese people find utsuroi (transience) there, and love and cherish precious life because it is short, transient and impermanent.
Go to www.midoripress-aeon.net/japanese/20120402_test_3.html to learn more about Utsuroi
The blooming of cherry blossoms (sakura) at Shinto shrines, such as Fushimi Inari Taisha, is far more than spring decor—it embodies core Shinto ideals. Their fleeting bloom symbolizes mono no aware, a Japanese aesthetic concept (influenced by Buddhism but embraced in Shinto practices) that finds beauty in impermanence. This transience reminds us that nothing in life is eternal, yet its temporary nature holds profound value. In the brief life of each flower lies a lesson: to cherish the present and honor beauty that exists only in fleeting moments.
Spring’s cherry blossoms also mirror Shinto themes of renewal. As the season marks new beginnings, the blooms align metaphorically with purification rituals (harae) that cleanse the old to welcome the new. While Shinto purification formally uses water, salt, or paper streamers (shide), the sakura’s cyclical rebirth echoes this spiritual refreshment, reflecting nature’s endless cycle of death and regeneration.
In Shinto, cherry trees are not worshipped like shinboku (sacred trees such as cedars or cypresses, which house kami or spirits). Yet their blossoms, with their ethereal beauty, evoke the belief that kami dwell in all nature. Though not objects of direct veneration, sakura act as bridges between the human and divine. During hanami (flower viewing), their fragile splendor invites quiet reflection, gratitude, and awe for the interconnectedness of life.
Hanami, then, transcends mere aesthetic celebration. It becomes a meditative practice—an acknowledgment of life’s fragility and a tribute to nature’s wisdom. In their short-lived glory, cherry blossoms teach us to embrace impermanence, respect the natural world, and recognize the sacred in every season.
Scientific Classification:
Kingdom: Plantae
Clades: Tracheophytes, Angiosperms, Eudicots, Rosids
Order: Rosales
Family: Rosaceae
Genus: Prunus
Subgenus: Cerasus
Fushimi Inari Taisha, Fushimi-ku, Kyoto, Japan
tonight's prose…
white on white
(WJ)
take my hand
walk with me
down the snow covered path
through the woods
to the frozen pond
help me lace my skates
and let's get drunk
on the chilly breeze
as we glide
across the smooth ice.
unwrapping a gift,
like discovering
a rare treasure,
is the sting
of frosty winter air
inhaled into warm lungs
awakening feelings
that had been forgotten
in their slumber.
-- me.
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
tonight's haiku...
thinking about him
i can't pretend to not love
what he does to me.
-- me.
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana and a good death.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
...private party... no LM
*licks lips* **bisous**
It Felt Love by Hafiz
How
Did the rose
Ever open it's heart
And give to this world
All it's
Beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
Against it's
Being,
Otherwise,
We all remain
Too
Frightened.
following my own path.
conjuring nirvana.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
living in questions, rather than answers.
choosing survival over healing.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind - so excitable,
so uncertain, so difficult to control.
walking in trauma… the journey of my lifetime.
exploring this nondualistic universe.
surrounded by mystery.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
Chishima-zakura ("Kuril Sakura") is a hardy type of sakura (ornamental cherry trees) native to the southern Kuril Islands, Hokkaido and also mountainous areas of Honshu. Seen near Morai, a village on Hokkaido's west coast that belongs to the city of Ishikari.
Camera: Canon EOS 80D.
Lens: Canon EF-S 18-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM.
Edited with GIMP.
Some injuries never heal.
You can’t see them,
they’re hidden deep inside.
Most of us have old wounds.
Let these injuries keep you soft and kindhearted,
allowing them to make you hard accomplishes little, except more hurt.
-- me
following my own path.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind,
so excitable, so uncertain,
so difficult to control.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.