spirituality

life’s passages … 23 

Looking backward ... I cannot see the ancients of days.
Looking forward ... I cannot see ages yet to come.
Only heaven and earth have remained,
And will remain forever ...
I am alone, I grieve, I drop tears into the dust ~Chen Tzu-ang

(cited: Trans: Anonymous, The Jade Flute Chinese Poems in Prose. The Project Gutenberg

Nikon D750 f/5.6 1/400s 300mm 






					

	
	



			
				



			
	
	
	
	

		

			lens-artists challenge: illustrate a favorite quote or poem
		

	


			

			


i like to wash,


the dust of this world


in the droplet of dew ~Basho




droplets forming


on the morning-glories


sitting still ~ Issa






Issa and Basho’s words traveling though time, sharing a moment of their lives…two of my favorite poets I share with you through Ann-Christine’s lens-artists challenge. Enjoy.

					

	
	



			
				


			
				


			
				


			
				


			
				



			
	
	
	
	

		

			saturday morning with James Hillman
		

	


			

			

There is more in human life than our theories of it allow.  Sooner or later something seems to call us onto a particular path…This what I must do, this is what I’ve got to have.  This is who I am…












…the call may have been more like gentle pushings in the stream in which you drifted unknowingly…you sense that fate had a hand in it.*





cited: James Hillman, The Soul’s Code  In Search of Character and Calling.

					

	
	



			
				



			
	
	
	
	

		

			a day of rest
		

	


			

			






“… because work implies a stage of change–of war–between man and the world around him, it follows that rest designates peace between him and Nature. One day a week–a day which, by virtue of the analogy between time and cosmic space, corresponds to the idea of the centre implicit in the position of the sun among the planets or the location of the earth according to the geocentric system–must be set aside for experiencing the spontaneous, perfect harmony of man in Nature. By not working, the human being can break away from the order of change which gives rise to history, and thereby free himself from time and space to return to the state of paradise, This symbolism provides the explanation … [of] ‘the fiery restlessness of the rebel’: the instinctive hatred of all forms of rest characteristic of the man of warlike spirit who challenges all Nature and the world as it appears to the senses.”*





*cited: Trans: Jack Sage. JE Cirlot, A Dictionary of Symbols