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碧巖錄, The Blue Cliff Record, is a compilation of Chan Buddhist koans and commentary by Yuanwu Keqin (in Japanese, Engo), c. 1135, combining a few earlier collections. Koans are brief, puzzling anecdotes, often humorous and/or ironic, which generations of Zen students have used to free their minds.
On the switchback road to Sunrise Washington, in Mt. Rainier National Park.
9 Dec 2021; Noon CST; Velvia +
The mind is everything. What you think you become.
- Buddha -
Happy Weekend my friends and don't forget to watch the wonderful moon tonight. :-)
Sony a6000+ Leica Summilux 50mm 1.4 +Voigtalnder V-E close focus adapter+ Kenko DG Extension tube16mm+10mm
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Second Life location: BONAIRE - YanuYanu Resort
Empty Minds
" It is made known that if an idea is born in your empty mind, you must come to disregard it.
Nobody knows why. The origin of that idea was lost
Maybe you'll be the first to have the idea to not to discard your ideas :)) "
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs at my feet as if I were God,
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility.
Fumy spiritous mists inhabit this place
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky –
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection.
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness –
blackness and silence.
Sylvia Plath
Faith in the future out of the now
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
We're playing those mind games forever
Projecting our images in space and in time
Mind games- John Lennon
I don't have a dirty mind...I have a sexy imagination.
Pose - Me
Sim - Rose theater
Hair - Entwined
Clothing - miss chelsea
Shoes - N-core
Body - Maitreya
Shape - Elle et lui
Make up
Eyes- Suicidal unborn
Lips - Suicidal unborn
Taken at Sunny's studio. (pose: Insomnia Angel.)
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Mind flayers, also known as illithids, and sometimes referred to as ghaik by the githyanki, were sadistic aberrations feared by sentient creatures on many worlds across the multiverse due to their powerful psionic abilities. From their twisted lairs deep in the Underdark, these alien entities sought to expand their dominion over all other lifeforms, controlling their minds to use them as obedient thralls. They consumed their victims' very personality by extracting and devouring their brains while they were still alive
So the drones have arrived in Sydney.
They control the show, but can they control our minds?
This is a new version of one of the many images I have of the Drone Shows on Sydney Harbour, Sydney Cove and Darling Harbour during the Vivid Light Festivals of 2023 and 2024.
Photographed from beside the south-eastern pylon of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Along the Cahill Walkway. Next to the Cahill Expressway. No tripod - the camera was resting on the side of the harbour bridge, lol.
So here's John Lennon with his song 'Mind Games'. But I don't think he could have anticipated drones. OR maybe he did.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVYXWVs0Prc
Check out the amazing 'retro' video clip of John Lennon walking through Central Park, in New York.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 16-35mm f/4L IS USM lens.
Processed in Adobe Lightroom and PhotoPad Pro by NCH software.
Zelda has a mind of her own at times ....... if she wants to ignore me, she does. She plays hard of hearing at times.....or should I say... selective hearing..... however, say the word "bisquit" and she amazingly gets her hearing and focus back. "Sqeekers from her stuffys always work to get her attention back also.
… with appreciation for fellow Iowan Glenn Miller.
Bubbles, ceramics,
Arranged with Beginner’s Mind.
Mono Mandala!
Happy Mono Monday!
15 Aug 2022; 00:10 UTC; iPhone > B&W 330;43;8
This title sprang to mind when looking at this image and the lyrics to 'The long and winding road' flooded my head, and look set to stay for at least a couple of days!
"The Long and Winding Road" is a song by the English rock band the Beatles from their 1970 album Let It Be. It was written by Paul McCartney and credited to Lennon–McCartney (Wiki). The band broke up in June 1970 after this song was released as a single.
Lyrics:
The long and winding road, that leads, to your door
Will never disappear, I've seen that road before
It always leads me here, lead me to your door
The wild and windy night, that the rain, washed away
Has left a pool of tears, crying for the day
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way
Many times I've been alone, and many times I've cried
Any way you'll never know, the many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back, to the long winding road
You left me standing here a long long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door
But still they lead me back to the long winding road
You left me standing here, a long long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here (Don't keep me waiting), lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
I hope that you are all having a wonderful weekend of photography my Flickr friends.
Take care.
I Most days I wake up with a pit in my chest
There are thoughts that I can't put to rest
There's a worry that I can't place
Most nights, I am restless and quiet won't come
So I lay there and wait for the sun
There's a trouble that won't show its face
You came out of nowhere
And you cut through all the noise
I make sense to the madness
When I listen to your voice
Darling, only you can ease my mind
Help me leave these lonely thoughts behind
When they pull me under,
And I can feel my sanity start to unwind
Darling, only you can ease my mind
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The mind is the root from which all things grow if you can understand the mind, everything else is included.
-Bodhidharma-
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© Agnès PERROT - 2015
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"Flowery mind"
How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot;
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
[Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope]
thinking of antimethod.
grazie a benjamino e al suo muro!
(a mr. X per la D50)
During my previous, brief stay in Second Life, I had access to a small white chapel. One of my fondest memories of that time was that chapel.
“We might be wise to follow the insight of the enraptured heart rather than the more cautious reasoning of the theological mind.”
― A. W. Tozer
A tighter view of a transition on the Athabasca River change from a braided stream to a canyon cut.
“Canada has Rocks and Trees, … and Water!”
Happy Turbulence Tuesday!