And the day came when the risk
to remain tight in a bud was more
painful than the risk
it took to blossom.
~ ` ~ Anais Nin
The moment in between what you once were,
and who you are becoming
is where the
dance of life
~ ` ~ Barbara Deangelis
I don’t like formal gardens.
I like wild nature.
It’s just the wildness instinct in me,
~~ Walt Disney
I shut my eyes in order to see…
The poet, the painter, or the photographer who is locked into only the visual phenomena
may miss the heart of what was actually being experienced…
Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail
~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Enjoy the mystery .
All the good stuff is hidden in the dark corners.
It’s what gives life a sense of vitality…
The brush paints by itself,
the dance dances itself,
the poem writes itself.
There is no longer a gap between artist, subject,
audience, and life…
Just see, just hear, just taste,
just touch, just smell,
just see a thought without the need to give it a name or identity.
This way of perceiving will then begin to translate
into the way you express yourself through your art…
Only that day dawns to which we are awake
~`Henry David Thoreau
Develop the ability to experience things directly, without evaluation.
You will be able to see, hear fell taste, smell…
As your attentiveness and awareness increase with practice….
you will begin to notice little things that you have been seeing everyday
but barely noticed in passing…
Only that day dawns
to which we are awake
~`Henry David Thoreau
Each one of us is n artist
Whether we realize it or not…
When you learn to trust yourself implicitly,
you no longer need to prove something
through your art…
If the energy is really flowing freely,
the brush paints by itself. the camera pictographs,…
.the sculpture forms…the words write…
To be nothing…to want nothing…
to do nothing…
it has to be experienced…
( Words: zen arts, Minor white, Ryoken, Zen creativity…)
Wishing you all a blessed and peaceful new year…:-)
Learn to be in the present,
withdraw your energy from
the past . Don’t waste your
time in Memories , what is
gone is gone__say goodbye
to it & close the chapter.
Do no dwell in the past,
do not dream of the future,
concentrate the mind on
the present moment..
Don’t let yesterday use up too much
~~~ Cherokee Indian Proverb
In the carriages of the past
you can’t go anywhere..
~~~ Maxim Gorky
The living moment
~~ D. H . Lawrence
Its not what if…
It’s what now
what you are is what you have been.
What you’ll be is what you do now.
Whisper a wish…
As the Indian Legend goes;
Whisper a wish to a butterfly,
since a butterfly can make no sound,
the butterfly cannot reveal….
The wish to anyone but the great spirit.
In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom,
The great spirit always grants the wish…
So , according to legend, by making a wish & giving
The butterfly its freedom…
The wish will be taken to the heavens
The pond stood still
To grow lilies
We must leave it dirty
The water invites the frogs
Croaking singing now every night
To grow lilies in the still pond
We must create an entire world
is this how it all began ?
to grow lilies
( words : Divyam Surabhi )
Two Hearts, in their own
world, Beating for each other,
with great reverence. !
The birds around me……
Their thoughts I cannot measure……
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure…..
~~( william Wordsworth )
Not the flower but the Fragrance…
You ask me ,
” can you tell us what is the purpose of creation ? ”
The world has never been created.
It has always been here ,
it is eternal.
There is no creator of the world :
God is not the creator of the world …
god is the
very creative energy of existence —
creativity rather than a creator.
He is not the poet but
Not the dancer
but the dance….
not the flower but
( the way of Buddha )
” The state of mind of the photographer while
creating is a blank….(but ) it is a very active state
of mind really, a very receptive state of mind, ready
at an instant to grasp an image, yet with no image
pre-formed in it at any time. “
~~~~ Minor white
Every blade of grass has it’s angel that bends over it & whispers,
A fallen F L o W e R ….
returning to the branch
it was a B U T T e F L Y……
Only our eyes need to see
where …there is a
M E A N I N G…..
O f t e n ……. we overlook ….
Without looking forward to tomorrow………
T H I N K …….of this moment……
T R U E …. strength
I s …Delicate……
” When you try to stop activity to achieve passivity,
your very efforills you with activity ”