Basket at First Snow
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“The water that flows down the mountain does not think that it flows down the mountain.
The cloud that leaves the valley does not think that it leaves the valley.
A philosopher asked the Buddha to neither speak nor be silent.
It is known how difficult it is to shut the prison door? Words and speech disappear.
If mind is not – mind, who can we ask for advice?
The old monk who thinks he can calm the mind of another is
just mocking everyone around him, and he doesn’t even know it.
The sea is calm when the wind stops blowing.
Still, we search outside of ourselves.
One burst of laughter dissipates a thousand doubts.
I yearn for the soul
of marvelous truth.
Coming back to myself,
I walk beneath the shining moon.
Stars move with silent sounds.
The universe is calm, nothing
Perfect tranquility: nothing
whatsoever is happening.
Everyday thought is the way.
Without walking for days,
one is suddenly at home.
When confronted by people, you can say yes or no.
Words are never perfect.
Even if people stop speculating,
we still have to use things
to point out the truth.
Wake up! Wake up! Don’t let anyone despise you for another moment.
I have a touching story to tell you. But please wait until this cloud passes.
Otherwise, even if I tell you the story perfectly, the distance between us will still be ten thousand miles.
Those who are enlightened
who see through
the eyes of great wisdom,
can see noon at midnight.
The deepest truths disclose themselves naturally,
don’t even ask the hermit on the hill.
Space is one, without a crack:
By what road does the scent of the cinnamon flowers
come to us at the end of the day?
This is Buddha’s examination.
Those who pass the test of emptiness
will be declared winners.
For your name to be on the list of winners, don’t leave blank pages.
– Tran Thai Tong
Koans from the Khoa Hu – Lessons in Emptiness“
Charcoal and Oil Pastel, I woke up and there it was. First thing I’ve ever done that was NOT a doodle. How I could have forgotten of it for the Cosmos theme OIE!!!
OOOOOOOOOoo you cannnnnnnnnnn see it you caaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!! Hops up and down doing chair dance!
I took this one ages ago, when learning to fiddle with my, at the time, new camera. Different posting formats show more or less of the dragon. It was October too! Added to the magic!
in the night
scrambling to scream
arms, and legs
–by Elisabeth Connelley
This is an untouched image taken, I think, by my daughter, E. It still takes my breath away to see it. It is on a string of images that I labeled as E and the Sundogs. All of us here added to that run of images.
clarity of light
–by elisabeth connelley