the mind is exactly
this tree
that grass
without thought or feeling
both disappear
ikkyu sojun (1394-1481)
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2 comments:
last night at a nearby beach (no one else around but us who went together) we paused to look at the wonder and order of each small vignette, or rather we took in a few. it would have taken a lifetime to truly appreciate all of the wonders that seem obvious or casual.
these photographs offer so much.
xo
erin
yeah erin . . . the details of a woodlot, a beach, a stream, a leaf: the stopping and then the melding with that space, that object, that moment, each opens into and illuminates so much beyond itself. . . . .steven
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