in the wake of a breeze

The Absolute

Tue, 15 Jun 2010 19:54:49 -0500

No mind, no form, I only exist;
Now ceased all will and thought;
The final end of Nature’s dance,
I am it whom I have sought.

A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;
Beyond both knower and known;
A rest immense I enjoy at last;
I face the One alone.

I have crossed the secret ways of life,
I have become the Goal.
The Truth immutable is revealed;
I am the way, the God-Soul.

My spirit aware of all the heights,
I am mute in the core of the Sun.
I barter nothing with time and deeds;
My cosmic play is done.

~Sri Chimnoy

Robert Connett ~lucid~

Tue, 23 Mar 2010 03:14:20 -0500

Robert Connett

~lucid~

Laurie Lipton ~lucid~

Sun, 21 Mar 2010 12:52:59 -0500

Laurie Lipton

~lucid~

The People Speak- P!nk (via deschuyver84)

Thu, 18 Mar 2010 01:47:05 -0500

The People Speak- P!nk (via deschuyver84)

I won't cry

Fri, 12 Mar 2010 01:00:00 -0600

~Peter Gric

~lucid~

7 New Wonders

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:36:27 -0600

to ponder……to always ponder before sleep.

Giza Pyramid Complex
(The last remaining ancient wonder of the world)

Chichen Itza

Christ the Redeemer

Colosseum

Great Wall of China

Machu Picchu

Petra

Taj Mahal

~lucid~

As you walked on the beach the waves were enormous and they were breaking with magnificent curve...

Sat, 20 Feb 2010 15:44:00 -0600

As you walked on the beach the waves were enormous and they were breaking with magnificent curve and force. You walked against the wind, and suddenly you felt there was nothing between you and the sky, and this openness was heaven. To be so completely open, vulnerable - to the hills, to the sea, and to man - is the very essence of meditation. To have no resistance, to have no barriers inwardly towards anything, to be really free, completely, from all the minor urges, compulsions, and demands, with all their little conflicts and hypocrisies, is to walk in life with open arms. And that evening, walking there on that wet sand, with the sea gulls around you, you felt the extraordinary sense of open freedom and the great beauty of love which was not in you or outside you - but everywhere. - Jiddu Krishnamurti. All The Marvelous Earth Brockwood Park 3rd Public Talk 6th September 1980

Patrick Smith Photography

"You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model..."

Thu, 18 Feb 2010 00:08:30 -0600

“You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete. - Buckminster Fuller”

Kaori Muraji plays Satie’s Gnossienne No.1

Wed, 03 Feb 2010 23:20:32 -0600

Kaori Muraji plays Satie’s Gnossienne No.1

“If you don’t know history, it’s as if you...

Thu, 28 Jan 2010 14:09:44 -0600

“If you don’t know history, it’s as if you were born yesterday.” - Howard Zinn (via Austin Kleon)

Displaced Girl in Haiti (via Mercy Corps)

Mon, 18 Jan 2010 19:11:32 -0600

Displaced Girl in Haiti (via Mercy Corps)

OLEG KOROLEV

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 23:44:20 -0600

“God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has...

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 02:30:47 -0600

“God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things.” ~Pablo Picasso

Encounter

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 11:43:25 -0600

"The museum suffers from being a closed space in which works waste away. Painting, sculpture, music..."

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 01:22:03 -0600

“The museum suffers from being a closed space in which works waste away. Painting, sculpture, music belong to the street, like the façades that contemplate us and come back to life when we greet them. Like life and love, learning is a continuous flow that enjoys the privilege of irrigating and fertilizing our sentient intelligence. Nothing is more contagious than creation. But the past also carries with it all the dross of our inhumanity. What should we do with it? A museum of horrors, of the barbarism of the past?”

- In Conversation with Raoul Vaneigem

Asger Jorn

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 01:01:00 -0600

Situationist International

The End of the Economy and the Realization of Art

W.H. Auden: 70 Years Ago

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 15:17:00 -0600

W.H. Auden

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism’s face
And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
‘I will be true to the wife,
I’ll concentrate more on my work,’
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the dead,
Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.

Chiharu Shiota

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 10:43:00 -0600

Chiharu Shiota:

Chiharu-Shiota

Fallen Princesses

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 18:51:22 -0500

By Dina GoldStein

You can find out more about Heidi Taillefer at her homepage.

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 18:30:00 -0500

You can find out more about Heidi Taillefer at her homepage.