Late Sunday night musings after a long afternoon/evening in the studio with the radio for company ... found at the very evocative tumblr site ocean of mind . Some words and images to share with you .... its late! Im off now...the rain is falling, the night is a little chilly... just perfect for sleeping.
(of course... I had to start with a few words from the pen of Bob Dylan!)
'Let each one turn his gaze inward and regard himself with awe and wonder, with mystery and reverence; let each one work his own influence, his own havoc, his own miracles.'
|Mandala of evolution|
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
"Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal."
— Egon Schiele
"I don’t do drugs, I am drugs."
— Salvador Dalí
|via iheartloons, kml|
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
|Georgia O'Keefe, The Lawrence Tree, 1929|
Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude
"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third it is accepted as being self evident."
— Arthur Schopenhauer
"Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time."— Thomas Merton
cloud busters: Yoshi Sodeoka
"Drag your thoughts away from your troubles… by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it."
— Mark Twain
|Edvard Munch, 'The Sun'|
"Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them."
— Leo Tolstoy
|Paul Klee, Highways and Byways|
|Paul Klee, Dream City|
"Concerning matter, we have been all wrong. What we have called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so lowered as to be perceptible to the senses. There is no matter."
"You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?"
|bittersweetnightshade (via silent musings)|
|montycantsin (via aunatural)|
"This is the real secret of life - to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play."
— Alan Watts
ps have a good week!