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Pure natural light is the source of inspiration as it also responsible for synchronizing body rhythms. Just think of caricature in which a light bulb suddenly turns on whenever the fair hero got an idea or better to say, inspired. Even in more recent times of cyber world where a light bulb is identified as an emoticon associated with inspiration. However the relationship of light and inspiration isn’t new and it actually goes three thousand years back in time when the Pharaoh Akhenaton the ruler of eighteenth dynasty in ancient Egypt taught his followers to view the sun as the visible source of creation, of life and of growth. For him the sun was a god, the only one god, Aton-Ra. According to the ancient Egyptian glyphs Aton was present as disk of the sun surrounded by rays, and each ray ended in an extending hand. In his poem "Great Hymn to the Aton", Akhenaton praises Aton as the creator, and giver of life. The poem has a striking similarity to Psalm 104 in the Hebrew bible as well to the
Book of Habakkuk (Chapter 3, 4),
His radiance is like the sunlight;
He has rays flashing from His hand,
And there is the hiding of His power
ספר חבקוק פרק ג', פסוק ד
וְנֹגַהּ כָּאוֹר תִּהְיֶה,
קַרְנַיִם מִיָּדוֹ לוֹ;
וְשָׁם, חֶבְיוֹן עֻזֹּה
Observant Jews recite Psalm 104 in its entirety every day during morning services, as well on certain occasions, such as the New Moon, while in the Eastern Orthodox Church the Psalm (or 103 in Greek) is recited in the main liturgical at the beginning of vespers and the all-night-vigils.
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Senjokaku (千畳閣) - Miyajima, Japan
Senjokaku (千畳閣, Senjōkaku, lit. "pavilion of 1000 mats") is the common name of Hokoku Shrine. The name describes the spaciousness of the building, as Senjokaku is in fact approximately the size of one thousand tatami mats. The hall, which dates back to 1587, is located on a small hill just beside Itsukushima Shrine.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi, one of the three unifiers of Japan, commissioned Senjokaku for the purpose of chanting Buddhist sutras for fallen soldiers. The building was not yet completed when Hideyoshi died in 1598. As Tokugawa Ieyasu took power thereafter rather than the Toyotomi heirs, the building was never fully completed.
Senjokaku is strikingly sparse, lacking proper ceilings and a front entrance. In 1872, the incomplete building was dedicated to the soul of its founder, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, which remains its present day religious function.
Source: www.japan-guide.com/e/e3452.html
Detail of the hands of the Daibutsu buddha at Kamakura. The position of the hands is Dhyāna Mudrā, the gesture of meditation.
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Tonight I joined a Mikkyo zen mediation class at the Lower House at Hakone Gardens in Saratoga, California. That house has a beautiful stone garden, perfect for meditation.
I processed a paintery and a balanced HDR photo from a RAW exposure, merged them selectively, and carefully adjusted the curves and color balance to pop the scene.
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The Statue of Adam by German figure sculptor Georg Kolbe was erected in 1997 near the new portal of Frankfurt‘s Main Cemetery. It is a permanent loan of Museum Städel in Frankfurt.
The background was a bit boring so I did some photoshopping.
Photography is my own meditation and the Macritchie Reservoir is one of my favorite places to contemplate.
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This small waterfall is a focal feature in the Garden of the Phoenix, a Japanese garden on Wooded Island in Jackson Park on the south side of Chicago. This lovely site features several places to sit quietly and reflect or meditate near the waterfall which flows into a picturesque koi pond.
This shot was inspired by vicariously visiting places like Nepal and India through the delightful books of Savanna Grace and the beautiful photos on her blog "Sihpromatum".
Hello world! Namaste, Namaste!
My great beloved brothers
Oh dear souls of same eternal father,
I am missing you but wishing you,
In my dream and reality you reside,
My warm greetings will reach there
Everywhere to each corner of the world,
I hope you all will feel love and peace.
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Camera: Sinar P (4x5 IN. large format)
Lens: Sinaron S 210mm f/5.6 MC
Film: Ilford FP4 Plus developed in Rodinal 1+50
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Meditation on Ruins
He disembarked in a living room without chairs or gilt mouldings:
just rotting beams, vases with plastic flowers, windows
whose broken panes looked out onto the highway. No wind,
no sea: only the sound of cars entering through the cracks
to echo on the ceiling (rafters showing through the stucco
remains). Outside he hung on to the rusted rails
of decrepit balconies. He discerned, through the underbrush
that was overrunning everything, a landscape worthy
of a Romantic painting. The houses covering the valley and
the hills taken over by scrap iron hide a past
with flocks and shepherds. But perhaps the flute’s song
was never heard here. Indeed, this house conserves nothing
but ancient silences, which the using has transformed into sepia
spots in memory. Now they’re blended into the colour of the walls
and harbour only dens of scarcely discernible reptiles,
in winter, hidden from the universe. But someone was here
very recently. And a pile of wood still smokes as
the sun ascends from the horizon, where dawn’s cold colours
do not dissipate, and no bird greets
the new day.
© 1994, Nuno Júdice
© Translation: 1997, Richard Zenith
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Meditação sobre ruínas
Desembarcou numa sala sem dourados nem cadeiras:
madeiras velhas, jarras com flores de plástico, janelas
de vidros partidos para a auto-estrada. Nem vento,
nem mar: só o ruído dos carros entrava pelas fendas
para ecoar no tecto (madeiras à vista entre os restos
de estuque). Depois, na rua, pendurou-se nos ferros podres
de antigas varandas. Percebia-se, por entre os arbustos
que invadiam tudo, uma vista que teria sido digna
de um quadro romântico. O vale, coberto de casas, e
os montes invadidos por ferro-velho, ocultam um passado
de rebanhos e pastores. Mas talvez não se tenha ouvido aqui
a música da flauta. Com efeito, esta casa limita-se
a guardar antigos silêncios, que o uso transformou em manchas
sépia na memória. Agora, confundem-se com a cor das paredes;
e só abrigam tocas répteis, que apenas se adivinham,
no inverno, escondidos do universo. Mas alguém passou por aqui,
há pouco; e um monte de madeira fumega, ainda, enquanto
o sol avança a partir do nascente, onde as cores frias
da madrugada não se dissipam, nem pássaro algum saúda
o nascer do dia.
© 1994, Nuno Júdice
From: Meditação sobre ruínas
Publisher: Quetzal, Lisboa, 1994
Snow monkey (macaque) relaxing in a hot spring pool, Yamanouchi, Nagano Prefecture, Japan.
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