The Magic of the Cities.

Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer

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Showing posts with label branches. Show all posts

Monday, January 14, 2013

Dance with the Trees






If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
Khalil Gibran

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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Morning Blink



Happy Sunday!

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Saturday, January 14, 2012

Winter Branches



It is a common rule with primitive people not to waken a sleeper, because his soul is away and might not have time to get back
~James George Frazer

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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Moon Branches




The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
~William Shakespeare

CanciĆ³n Mixteca
Que lejos estoy del suelo donde he nacido!
inmensa nostalgia invade mi pensamiento;
y al verme tan solo y triste cual hoja al viento,
quisiera llorar, quisiera morir de sentimiento.

Oh tierra del sol!, suspiro por verte
ahora que lejos yo vivo sin luz, sin amor;
y al verme tan solo y triste cual hoja al viento,
quisiera llorar, quisiera morir de sentimiento.

Mixteca Song
I'm that far land where I was born!
Immense sadness fills my feelings
and seeing me so lonely and sad like leaf in the wind,
I would like to mourn, I would die of feeling.

Oh land of the sun! I yearn to see you
now that I live far without light, without love
and seeing me so lonely and sad like a leaf in the wind
I would like to mourn, I would die of feeling.

Happy Sunday!


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Monday, March 23, 2009

The Golden Branch


The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines - these are of trifling import. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm.
Henry Miller

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