Todd Webb: Passage to Rue de Seine, Paris, 1949. Thank you, melisaki.
As I look at myself, I clearly see that the pattern I usually call “self” is transient, not real self but rather conditioned self. There is something else underneath. I come anew to the question of wishing to see my awareness.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does.
Edgar Degas, Woman at Her Toilette, c. 1900-1905.
“Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things.”
~Edgar Degas: 1834 – 1917.
Thank you, The Awakened Eye for the quote.
Who are you?
are you? Whose
silence are you?
Who (be quiet)
are you (as these stones
are quiet). Do not
think of what you are
still less of
what you may one day be.
be what you are (but who?)
be the unthinkable one
you do not know.
from “In Silence”
We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
PRAYING FOR JAPAN: A Buddhist monk filled bowls with flowers during a prayer meeting Thursday in Kathmandu, Nepal, for victims of Japan’s earthquake and tsunami. Thousands of Buddhists participated in the meeting. (Narendra Shrestha/European Pressphoto Agency)