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immersion / Dreaming in the deep south
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| 説明 | *"Our Ancestors who lay beneath the loam, speak. Speak in vision and dream. Their language cannot be learned, but it is felt. Felt in our bones and in our blood; within our soul. What made them, made us. We are created from the dirt beneath our feet, and we shall return to it. We have done so before, we will do so again. Some patterns were meant to be repeated. Age after age, aeon after aeon, until the end of time itself."Di Inferi - The Gods Below: Of Contact, Dream and Memory, In the Chimehours (via saturnrising)*Zen Won't Solve Your Problems (and Doesn't Have To)[dasdingansich]In “Actualizing the Fundamental Point”(Genjokoan), Dogen Zenji writes:"Those who have great realization of delusion are buddhas; those who are greatly deluded about realization are sentient beings. Further, there are those who continue realizing beyond realization and those who are in delusion throughout delusion.When we first come to Zen practice, we hope it will solve our problems, make them better, make us better. It often seems to make our problems worse - but only because we become more aware of them. If you are not gentle before practice, then practice won’t make you gentle - but you will become aware of your lack of gentleness (at first painfully aware), and will know how to take care of it. If you have an anxious or angry personality, practice won’t make you tranquil or calm; you will see your anxiety or anger more clearly, and, when you see it, you will know what it is and what to do (often, nothing). Obsessive thoughts don’t diminish through practice; they are just seen for what they are. Enlightenment is seeing clearly what is going on. Delusions don’t disappear, and may not even diminish, but, seen as delusions, they lose their power over us."— Barry Graham, Illusory Flowers in an Empty Sky.Posted on December 30, 2011* “I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.’”— Andrea Gibson*and via Whiskey River,link "It comes, then, to this: that to be "viable", livable, or merely practical, life must be lived as a game - and the "must" here expresses a condition, not a commandment. It must be lived in the spirit of play rather than work, and the conflicts which it involves must be carried on in the realization that no species, or party to a game, can survive without its natural antagonists, its beloved enemies, its indispensable opponents. For to "love your enemies" is to love them as enemies; it is not necessarily a clever device for winning them over to your side. The lion lies down with the lamb in paradise, but not on earth - "paradise" being the tacit, off-stage level where, behind the scenes, all conflicting parties recognize their interdependence, and, through this recognition, are able to keep their conflicts within bounds. This recognition is the absolutely essential chivalry which must set the limits within all warfare, with human and non-human enemies alike, for chivalry is the debonair spirit of the knight who "plays with his life" in the knowledge that even mortal combat is a game.No one who has been hoaxed into the belief that he is nothing but his ego, or nothing but his individual organism, can be chivalrous, let alone a civilized, sensitive, and intelligent member of the cosmos."- Alan WattsThe Book on The Taboo against knowing who you are*The Difficult Simplicity of Certain Contemplations Tapping a tarot card with her dusky finger,the woman tells mesit with your emptiness,in time answers will come.She says I know them all and only must remember.My friend tells me I must decide what is enough,then live with it.Even my shiny-suited banker waxes wise, asks meif I think rich people are happier than I.But always there's the knowledgeof how all this will end.In betweenwe try to love a life that's like a man who can't commit -a little restless, always vaguewhen someone asks when are you going to....,a life that's like the ragged, feral catmewling at the door,insinuating with its cheek and hunger.We give it mercy or rough blame.I'll tell you what love of this life is. It's looking upthrough trees newly bare of leavesand seeing there the oldest road,a broken line of white starsstretching out across the sky.It's thinking,this could almost be enough.Susan Elbe /Light made from nothing: poems(2003)*We were all in lovebut didn’t know it.We were all in lovecontinually. Blessour little hearts,smoking and drinkingand wrecking things.Bless our shameless shame.We were loud, invincible.We were tough as rails.We stole street signsand knocked over bins.Ripped the boardsoff boarded-up stuff.Slept in towersfilled with pigeon shitand fluff. We kickedbeer bottles downcobbled lanes.Tires and chains.Chains and wheelsand skin. The worldwas always endingand we the inventorsof everything.— Melissa Stein, “Anthem”[via "oof poetry" and I thank you] |
| 撮影日 | 2018-06-24 11:21:55 |
| 撮影者 | Dreaming in the deep south , Atlanta, USA |
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| カメラ | iPhone 4S , Apple |
| 露出 | 1/3460 sec |
| 開放F値 | f/2.4 |