Monday, 24 June 2013

a thousand sages meditating around one white flower






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  1. This is intriguing. What does the writing on the marker near the monk at the left signify? What are they saying, if anything? How long have they been saying it? It's a pity one can't post photos in comments ... I have some old ones of the Ainu which would complement this.

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    1. i think it is their names. it is in the garden of a temple.

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  2. aussergewöhnlich, und wie diese "japanischen" weisen doch so ganz und gar anders aussehen, -strahlen als die die ich selbst gesehen habe. ich kann mir vorstellen, wie beeindruckend dieser "garten" gewesen sein muss. freue mich schon sehr auf die restlichen fotos..diese seite, wie gut sie mir gerade jetzt tut.. ich grüsse dich und freue mich für dich, prinzessin! renée, ganz still.

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    1. :-)
      ja, es war wunderschoen dort, keine Gedanken, nur Stille und Schoenheit...

      liebste Renée, ein Laecheln und eine lange Umarmung von mir heute abend :-)

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  3. the leaves are the sages--count them!

    this zen is tricky stuff--good thing i'm up to the task.

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    1. you are up to the task in just about anything (especially when it comes to dwarfs and Venus trips :-)
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  4. each one seeing it from their vantage point . . . differently?

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    1. differently and yet the same? :-)

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  5. ooo,dar imi vine sa spun ca nu trebuie sa fii cel mai intelept din lume ca sa meditezi langa ACEASTA floare...este o asa egalitate in jurul frumusetii ei.......nu stiu ce este cu adevarat intelepciunea,insa uite cum ne adunam cutand-o la umbra unui crin (cum ar spune cineva care visa intelepciunea:) )-si poate suntem visul crinului,impietrit in memoria florala a lumii.

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  6. It's like, the instant of seeing, innit? But it's also concerned with evanescence and permanence, silence and speech, possibly even points of view (and whether some are privileged over others). Those and other readings occurred, as the mirror clouded.

    Clarity. Flower in foreground. Bloom on bush behind.

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  7. si poate suntem visul crinului,impietrit in memoria florala a lumii.

    !!!!!!

    cât de frumos, am înlemnit!

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  8. hello beautiful Roxana, well another masterpeice it is as if the sages are worshiping the flower well I can feel and understand this because it is so easy to pick up a petal and a green leaf and note the delicate pathways that extend themselves to the stars as we realize that the flower transforms the light from our life giving star.when I take photos of flowers I often think of sacred titles not really analyzing it at the time it seems to happen automatically as I named my oriental poppy a chalice of red light.
    and it leads me to wonder more about knowing how the conscious and subconscious mind know is only one way of experiencing the world and the flower is the efflorescence of awareness that we are experiencing the world in ways that we are not consciously and even subconsciously aware of and the peace comes from the removal of the theatre filled with contradiction and paradox.

    sending you floral kisses!
    (trusting then that you will receive them without being consciously or subconsciously aware that you have haha. there is always room for a laugh but I take what I said seriously).
    have a beautiful day my friend.

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  9. yes sending you soft floral kisses blowing in the soft perfumed summer wind

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