Andreas Volwahsen, Living Architecture: India published in 1969
From the book Living Architecture: India published in 1969 by Andreas Volwahsen. (via: Things I See)
From the book Living Architecture: India published in 1969 by Andreas Volwahsen. (via: The Things I See)
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
–William Stafford
![René-Jacques [René Giton], Cirque Médrano, Paris, 1946](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md2agetUnf1r64dzao1_500.jpg)
We did not come to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves like the trees,
The trees that are broken
And start again, drawing up on great roots;
Robert Bly, from “A Home in Dark Grass”
(Source: litverve)
Edvard Munch, Winter Night (Winternacht), 1900, Kunsthaus Zürich. Thank you, amare-habeo.
You can get help from teachers but you have a lot to learn by yourself sitting alone in a room.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
–Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
With thanks to the Tao of Photography.
And don’t think the garden loses its
ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but
the roots are down there riotous.
Rumi, from “Form Is Ecstatic” in The Soul of Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks
(Source: litverve)
