André Kertész, Vermont / Dusk, 1937. Beautiful. Thank you, arsvitaest.
Breading G. Way (American, 1860-1940), East River Bridge, ca. 1888, gelatin silver print. Thank you, theshipthatflew.
However great the conceptual knowledge and understanding might be, in the face of real experience, concepts are like flakes of snow fallen on a burning fire.
Mahavishnu Orchestra | You Know You Know. Thank you soundofsilence for posting it here & insomniabulimia for the audio file.
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Silence is the language of God;
It is also the language of the heart.
Dag Hammarskjöld (via silencesounds)
Jiddu Krishnamurti. Thank you, silencesounds via: jcl2011
Words stand between silence and silence: between the silence of things and the silence of our own being, between the silence of the world and the silence of God. When we have really met and known the world in silence, words do not separate us from the world nor from other men, nor from God, nor from ourselves because we no longer trust entirely in language to contain reality.
Thomas Merton (via silencesounds)
Emmanuel Sougez (French, 1889-1972), Rayons d’automne. Original vintage photogravure. c1938. Thank you, moonmoth & yama-bato.
Photographer unknown, The Star (Sculpture) by Alexander Stirling Calder,1914. Thank you, marsiouxpial.
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It's All Dhamma: Kahlil Gibran on Joy and Sorrow
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater thar sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
—Kahlil Gibran on Joy & Sorrow
From sharanam who added: “This was recited by my hospice coordinator (an incredible woman, a natural contemplative, an RN, full of love and vulnerability) in a meeting this morning, during which she shared a powerful story of being present with a woman and her husband, as he, a relatively young man, died in an instant—he had been breathing normally for the hour that they sat together—just 48 hours after getting a cancer diagnosis, thinking he went to the hospital with the flu.”
Thank you.
