Weekly Photo Challenge: future tense

In today’s WordPress challenge I’m hoping you’ll put all of that futuristic camera tech to good use, by thinking about the shape of things to come… In a new post created for this challenge, share a picture that says FUTURE TENSE

future tense

The Radiant Buddha said:

Regard this fleeting world like this:

Like stars fading and vanishing at dawn,

Like bubbles on a fast moving stream,

Like morning dewdrops evaporating on blades of grass

Like a candle flickering in a strong wind, echoes, mirages, and phantoms, hallucinations, and like a dream

The Eight Similes of Illusion, from the Prajna Paramita Sutras

photo friday: springtime

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape–the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth*

photofridspring

Snow yet remaining

The evening slopes are misty –

An evening in spring. ~Iio Sogi**

cited in:

*John Connolly, The Wrath of Angels

**Faubion Bowers, The Classic Tradition of Haiku

autumn remains

Seeing our finger,

hearing a frog jump into the water,

experiencing the sunrise,

washing one’s face in the early morning –

anything will serve as a medium of realization if the mind is serene ~ Robert Aitken, A Zen Wave

autumn remains

If you stay at a place where a feeling of loneliness

[or sadness, detachment, voidness] comes,

the contemplative absorption arises in us ~Paltrul Rimpoche

Weekly Photo Challenge: kiss

Kiss. There are a lot of ways to capture a kiss, between two people – lovers, family, friends; two animals, or even just the sending or receiving of a kiss. I captured this kiss between two storks in Morocco. I felt lucky to have captured this moment.

In a new post specifically created for this challenge, share a picture which means KISS to you!

kiss

accompany you home

leaf waterfall

Dear Larry,

as the winter winds travel across Wyoming’s landscape

the swirling snow releases its memories of you, lost upon Casper Mountain

its frigid touch awakens me to imagine your

aloneness in that wilderness of blinding snow

cries, deafened by the river of winds,

calling out in hope for

a human form to emerge out of the whiteness

the warmth of a human hand

the sound of a voice, comforting you

to accompany you home.

as I become lost within this winter’s swirling thoughts

the river winds tear into my soul

releasing tears arising from

the darkness of grief’s aloneness, seeking

a knowing to emerge out of ignorance’s darkness

you found peace

within a loving presence

that embraced you

and accompanied you home –

until then may refuge be found within the nature of things.