timeless experience

in the cessation of craving, we touch that dimension of experience that is timeless;

the playful, unimpeded contingency of things emerging from conditions only to become conditions for something else. 

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…Known as the ‘womb of awakening’ it is the clearing in the still center of being,

the track on which the centered person moves –

it whispers, “Realize me.”  

But no sooner is it glimpsed then it is gone.*

*source:  unknown

 

weekly photo challenge: saturated

“I’ve waited for you

for a long time” – for your song,

my mountain cuckoo   ~Issa*

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This week, show us a photo of whatever you’d like, but make sure it’s saturated. It can be black and white, a single color, a few hues, or a complete rainbow riot; just make sure it’s rich and powerful. Let’s turn the comments into an instant mood-booster!

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 *cited in:

The Spring of my Life

Trans: Sam Hamill

weekly photo challenge: inside

Between the slats

of the window

a tiny hand held out

to feel spring rain ~ Torai*

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Since it has now been three days of gray skies, drizzling rain, and no wind, inside is an appropriate description of life within Wyoming.  While the focus is upon the rain drop, inside the image is a not quite ripe plum.

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*cited in:

The Year of My Life

Trans: Nobuyuki Yuasa

weekly photo challenge: an unusual POV

only a memory

our neighbor’s tasty rice cakes

at our gate as before ~Issa*

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*cited:

The Spring of my Life

Trans: Sam Hamill

 

 

 

Street Art: I judge that they are men…

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In a famous passage in the Meditations, Descartes speaks of looking from a window and seeing men pass in the street. ‘Yet,’ he reflects, ‘do I see any more than hats and coats which could conceal automations? I judge that they are men.’ …the observer no longer passes through them to see the living person beneath. He no longer sees what is implied.  However, the attention of the right hemisphere, concerned as it is with the being in context, permits us to see through them to the reality that lies around and beyond them. It could not make the mistake of seeing the clothes and hats in isolation.

The illusion that, if we can see something clearly, we see it as it really is, is hugely seductive. …We never see anything clearly…What we call seeing a thing clearly, is only seeing enough of it to make out what it is; this point of intelligibility varying in distance for different magnitudes and kinds of things…” Ruskin, in Modern Painters, makes the point that clarity is bought at the price of limitationHe gives the example of an open book and an embroidered handkerchief on a lawn.  Viewed from a distance of a quarter of a mile, they are indistinguishable; from closer, we can see which is which, but not read the book or trace the embroidery on the handkerchief: as we go nearer, we ‘can now read the text and trace the embroidery but cannot see the [fibers] of the paper, nor the threads of the stuff’; closer still and we can see the watermarks and the threads, ‘but not the hills and dales in the paper’s surface, nor the fine [fibers] which shoot off from every thread’; until we take a microscope to it, and so on, ad infinitum. At which point do we see it clearly? …Clarity, it seems, describes not a degree of perception but a type of knowledge.  To know something clearly is to know it partially only, and to know it, rather than to experience it, in a certain way (pp181-182).

 

**The Master and his Emissary

The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World

Iain McGilchrist