”She could not help setting the door a little ajar, just to peep in, when—Pop! Out flew the moon.”
From the book: Kay Nielsen—East of the Sun West of the Moon
Thank you,blejz.
Nagasawa Rosetsu, Moon, Edo Period, ink and gold on silk. With thanks to artemisdreaming.
Remember now that place between the dock and boat
that, sometimes, drifting out against its rope,
opened a green and holy place before the boat beat back.
But for that moment, green.
—Deborah Digges, from The Wind Blows Through the Doors of My Heart (Alfred A. Knopf, 2009)
Thank you, apoetreflects.
Ingmar Bergman, Through a Glass Darkly, 1961. With thanks to artemisdreaming.
Lionel Bulmer (1919-1992) - The Turquoise Shutters, N/D. Oil on board. Messum’s, London, UK
(Source: amare-habeo, via benjaminhilts)
Most people insist on some idea. Recently the younger generation talks about love. Love! Love! Love! Their minds are full of love! And when they study Zen, if what I say does not accord with the idea they have of love, they will not accept it. They are quite stubborn, you know. You may be amazed! Of course, not all, but some have a very, very hard attitude. That is not naturalness at all. Even though they talk about love, and freedom, or naturalness, they do not understand these things. And they cannot understand what Zen is in that way. If you want to study Zen, you should forget all your previous ideas and just practice zazen and see what kind of experience you have in your practice. That is naturalness.
When you rest in quietness and your image of yourself fades, and your image of the world fades, and your ideas of others fade, what’s left? A brightness, a radiant emptiness that is simply what you are.
Adyashanti
(Source: thefarawaydreamer, via apoetreflects)
Now, only a gray-white light filled my awareness: but that is a metaphor, for I knew that what I was experiencing now was not the light of Physics, but that glow hypothesized by Plato, the light which underlies all awareness—the light against which matter, events and minds are mere shadows.
Stephen Baxter, The Time Ships (Thank you, johnsparker)
Alfred Sisley, On the Cliffs, Langland Bay, Wales, 1897. Thank you, litverve.
