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Clouds are more than just intrinsically beautiful; they also serve as a canvas for light and color.
They are born, they grow, travel vast distances across the sky and then disappear into nothingness. They are in a constant state of changing shape, size and in some cases color and brightness
The Lady of the Lake
by Scott, Sir Walter
The rocks, the bosky thickets, sleep
So stilly on thy bosom deep,
The lark's blithe carol from the cloud
Seems for the scene too gayly loud.
My dear friend Franziska www.flickr.com/photos/m_f_d/ suggested this wonderful Walz to match the picture!
Waltz No. 2 - Dmitri Shostakovich
Nothingness and light made love
In their womb a lying eight is growing
It brought a deep peace
but all the while started one hundred thousand wars
'cause the lying eight brought pi along,
a dark twin, a mirror of the eight
Infinite as its brother, but with a deeper power
and so the two of them secretly made a mischievous pact
They created cyclic life with mortal beings
living in the boundlessness of infinity
and in this contradiction shapes and colours grew
Billions died to experience the number
which gave them their shape,
the lying eight is the monster that provided a place for pi
Pi is speaking a never ending poem
and thereby gives a mortal face to eternity
It grows layer by layer and number by number
Pi is circling around Buddha's vertebrae up to Hitler's eyes
The lying eight is the entwining loop
Pi is the cyclops and the eight is its eye
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The lying eight is the mind and pi is its body
When the circle closes the eight gets indestructible
It circles through the shapes, by the numbers it gets possible to be experienced
Nothingness is its mother, light is its father
They circulate in every living being
They are at home in stones, they can be read in the rain
They weave the threads that float through all planes
while our essences have to let themselves get moved
through the barriers until the knowledges of it will ascend our essences
onto those planes which pave the ways of the soul
and which lead us back to the eternal tomorrow
Its sister is the yesterday and died today
because nothing is faster than light
and due to that it already knows today where light will refract tomorrow
and eternally remains immovable because it's liberated
Nothing is infinite because there is no time
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7 9 5 0 2 8 8 4 1 9 7 1 6 9 3 9 9 3 7 5 1
0 5 8 2 0 9 7 4 9 4 4 5 9 2 3 0 7 8 1 6 4
Unlimited (amount of) numbers behind the comma
In pi there are rivers, mountains, trees, monsters, fire and thunder
but pi's value never grows larger than 3.1,
Eternal on the inside but small on the outside
Pi gets mean, it's brother (becomes) its enemy
It grows more and more angry and plants a seed
to create a being that it limits as well,
a blind being like itself, it calls it human
Pi is driven by a snub
and manifests its own limitation
in the human mind, in the flesh, in the thinking,
to drown every living matter in suffering
over the separateness of pi from light
It created the world but doesn't love it
Pi is a child of eternity, but it can't see it
Light and nothingness, they defeated each other
with their own child; the human remains blind
as long as pi keeps singing its numbers in his cells,
the human won't get free, he remains alien to himself
until he recognizes the circle behind all numbers
Around rural Alberta you often see old tires made into NO Trespassing signs like this one. What I liked about this was the nothingness that seemed to be on the other side of the fence.
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“Merton discovered a connection between the true Self and the no-self, which could be disclosed by transcending the ego-self through transcendent mystical experience; the true Self is fused with the highest reality or disappears into the Nothingness of God. Through understanding of the no-self in Buddhism, Merton realized that the notion of the no-self may become a bridge for connecting Christianity and Buddhism via the process of self-emptying or kenosis. He believed that Buddhist-Christian dialogue must “be sought in the area of the true self-transcendence and enlightenment. It is to be sought in the transformation of consciousness in its ultimate ground, as well as in its highest and most authentic devotional love.” Thus, Merton saw that the way of self-emptying or self-transformation through self-forgetfulness or self-losing could become the basic principle for Buddhist-Christian dialogue.”
-Jaechan Anselmo Park
When the mists started to thin out a bit I was stunned by a revelation. The silence was made of bird calls, the golden sunshine was glowing on the quiet waters of the river, and amazing forms were emerging from the undefined world of mists, like memories long lost. Like newly formed thoughts. Like dawning hopes. A new world is emerging from nothingness, and it glows of your quiet radiance. This is the gift this morning is offering to me. This is your gift.
Exposure bracketing taken at my favourite place, at the meanders of the river Adda.
(Title from Looking for someone, Genesis)
03/13/19-Reflection
So for the last few days, I have been reading a book called "Spiritual Letters" by Abbot Chapman. Wow! For many years I have struggled not with liturgical prayer but personal prayer...and these letters are touching at the heart of the matter. This morning I got snagged by such a beautiful passage:
"Only in prayer can you get near it-if the world ever falls away, and leaves you in infinity-which you can only describe as nothingness, though it is everything." (pg. 139)
What is interesting, is that I read this after having such an experience. So refreshing, to be checked against such a deep and spiritual person as Abbot Chapman.
-rc
In defense of nothingness, a symbol of the stupidity of war
A difesa del nulla simbolo della stupidità della guerra
The storm has passed, receded into nothingness
The raging surf beat on the mighty seawall, but the sea has lost again, and only a few puddels recall its presence a few hours ago.
The whipped up sea has come to gestures and the now calm surf ripples at the bottom of the dike, as if the sea is licking her wounds from its futile assault on the seawall.
The ancient coastal light at the bottom of the dike is the only whitness to the futile attack, and she hoped for yet another victory of the mighty sea dike, for if it lost it would be swept away in the churning mass of water.
A gentle breeze came up and yes, the birds began to chirp again as if relieved that the storm had died down........
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Somewhere I Belong
Song by Linkin Park
Lyrics
When this began
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I'm not the only person with these things in mind
But all that they can see the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long
(Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
(I was confused)
Looking everywhere only to find
That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
What do I have but negativity
'Cause I can't justify the way, everyone is looking at me
(Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long
(Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything 'til I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long
(Erase all the pain 'til it's gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
(I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm)
Somewhere I belong
(I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm)
Somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong
RAW Shot-apart from tag.
Sometimes, you can be surrounded by loads of people, but somehow, they all fade into nothingness and you are left so alone.
~ Out in the garden, the shadows merge with the dark,
till all I have taken for granted - the half-truths of form,
the goodwill of definition -
is folded up, as matter always is,
falling away, like the undelivered soul,
toward nothingness. ~
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John Burnside
Indeed, for the man who enters into the black depths of the agonia, religious problems become an unthinkable luxury. He has no time for such indulgences. He is fighting for his life. His being itself is a foundering ship, ready with each breath to plunge into nothingness and yet inexplicably remaining afloat on the void.
-Thomas Merton, The New Man
Look, it might be that what you feel is really from God. But not two one, all one. But it may really be that it is from God so we shouldn’t waste it. . . . You know my life, it is to be nothing, because I live Jesus Forsaken, and so I exist if I am nothing. He is everything, I am the nothingness. So, if I want to be what I truly am, I have to be nothing, and in this way I exist. And you are nothing, because you too are Jesus Forsaken. We have to live this nothingness. If we are this nothingness, then we are what we are, because we put ourselves in our true being. As Saint Catherine said: ‘I am nothing, you are Everything.’”
-Chiara Lubich, “Paradise 1949 told by Chiara in 1969,” 10.
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transparency...
muting...
vision...
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-rc
Everything is eternal
Nothingness does not exist
No thing has ever become nothing
And nothing has never become something
What is, has always been and will always be.
-John Frusciante
"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree."- Emily Bronte
Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now, how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of the air and the endless freshets of wind?
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~ Mary Oliver (Song for Autumn)
We have had one of the most beautiful Autumns I can remember. It is mesmerizing.
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Perhaps one morning walking in dry glassy air,
I will turn, I will see the miracle complete:
nothingness at my shoulder, the void behind,
me with a drunkard’s terror.
Then, as on a screen, trees houses hills
will advance swiftly in familiar illusion,
But it will be too late . . .
--Eugenio Montale
::: Ckey Poses - Momentum :::
Alabama, Arkansas
I do love my ma' and pa'
Not the way that I do love you
Oh, Holy moly, me-oh my
You're the apple of my eye
Girl, I've never loved one like you
Man, oh man, you're my bestfriend
I scream it to the nothingness
There ain't nothing that I need
Oh, hot and heavy pumpkin pie
Chocolate, candy, Jesus Christ
And nothing please me more than you
Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
I'll follow you into the park
Through the jungle, through the dock
Girl I've never loved one like you
Moats and boats and waterfalls
Alleyways and pay phone calls
I've been everywhere with you
We'll laugh until we think we'll die
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothing though is sweeter than with you
And in the streets we run-a-free
Like it's only you and me
Geez, you're something to see
Oh home, let me come home
Home is whenever I'm with you
This created universe, of which St. Augustine said that it unceasingly leans over towards the abyss of nothingness by the continuous giving of being which, of itself, it could neither give nor preserve. Nothing exists, nothing develops, nothing acts, but it receives existence, development and efficiency from the motionless subsistence of the Infinite Being. The Christian world manifests the glory of God not only by the spectacle of its splendour, but also by the very fact that it exists; "To all those things that surrounded my bodily sense I said, Speak to me of God, you who are not He, speak to me of Him! And they all cried out with a loud voice: He made us, I questioned them merely by looking at them and seeing them I had their answer." Ipse fecit nos....
-Etienne Gilson, The Spirit of Mediaeval Philosophy, pg. 75
Three nights ago, the comet hung in the prairie sky over Val Marie. I drove to a hilltop at the edge of Grasslands Park. This park is an official Dark Sky Preserve, and the temptation was to go deeper into it. But I didn't.
The result was a photo that uses the black nothingness of the prairie at night to show how isolated this place really is - beyond the village and a few nearby homes, the only sign of habitation is the dim, over-the-horizon glow of porch lights from distant ranch and farm houses. An unforgettable view.
Photographed near Val Marie, at the edge of Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2020 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
"We came whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust...
The stars made a circle, and in the middle, we dance."
Rumi
“The secret of the imperfection of all things, of their inconstancy, their fragility, their falling into nothingness, is that they are only a shadowy expression of the one Being from Whom they receive their being. If they were absolutely perfect and changeless in themselves, they would fail in their vocation, which is to give glory to God by their contingency.”
—Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island
“I am the utter poverty of God. I am His emptiness, littleness, nothingness, lostness. When this is understood, my life in His freedom, the self-emptying of God in me is the fullness of grace. A love for God that knows no reason because He is the fullness of grace. A love for God that knows no reason because He is God, a love without measure, a love for God as personal. Love for all, hatred for none, is the fruit and manifestation of love for God—peace and satisfaction. Forgetfulness of worldly pleasure, selfishness in the love for God, channeling all passion and emotion into the love for God”
- Thomas Merton (written on his flight from San Francisco to The Monastery of Christ in the Desert, Albiquiu New Mexico)
Salt lake, shore, no wind, perfectly still waters and a clear after sunset sky. When nothing is happening, it is the best to take pictures of nothing…
Because secondlife is sometimes boring, I decided to "play" with the interior of my "house".
In one image, this is really me because a good day for me is waking up early in the morning to brew my favorite kapeng barako (Kapeng Barako or Barako Coffee is a strong coffee variety here in the Philippines and if youre curious about a brand, I highly recommend Cafe de Lipa which is also a local coffee shop in the Philippines), then I'd sit on my favorite chair on a corner just staring at nothingness as the strong aroma of the coffee fills the place, when the coffee is brewed, I'd take my unfinished book, read it while drinking my first cup of coffee until i get tired and decide to go back to sleep or you know, decide to walk around the city to take snaps of life because life is short, I guess I'll have plenty of sleep when I die anyway.
Details (blogger?! hahaha)
House/Build : Trompe Loeil Ettienne Cottage Gacha
Fancy Decor items:
Wall Hanging Mirror - Hexagonal Mirrors
sofa - Prescott sofa
Floor Lamp - Nathan Floor Lamp
Center Table - Triangle Table
Camera on top of the Books - Vintage Camera
Candles on center table - Candle Lantern
Magazine Rack - Copper Magazine Holder
Table Lamp - Gold Cage Lamp
Coffee Machine - satie coffee machine & frother
Coffee Table - Prescott Coffee Table
Corner Chair : Black . sand Leather Amelie Chair
Plant : Dust Bunny Potted Cheese Plant
Books : Cheeky Pea Book Decor Dollarbie
IC photo for SL Mischief Managed
An all too familiar sensation took over the Gryffindor; her whole body froze and her eyes changed into a hazy shade of silver as she stared into nothingness. She is lost in a trance, completely oblivious and separated from her surrounding, that no external stimuli would be able to pull her back to reality...
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In the photo: Ahreum Song
Ahreum's Diary: 06-02-2025
BGM: Enya - May It Be
Beyond this point,
All seems pointless,
All fades away,
Into white nothingness.
Poem: Jan Elemans
2010
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Snow, Mist, Sun
Beuningen
The Netherlands
The Sun is now nearing position at one of my earlier compositions. I set up and wait, the wind has dropped down to near nothingness and the bugs now begin to prepare for dinner, ME! Luckily I did not have to wait too long.
For another floor-based, monochrome moment, go to: www.michikofujii.co.uk/blog/y68k9ncg7msakhrppwp94dw7cfwnwt