Sunday, April 30, 2017

Blessing

Jizos 

We offer gratitude to and for all friends
Who create, remake and refine one another;
Who point to stars and keep us from the dark;
Who help us hear the music in the silent places ...
Who hold us and will not let us go.

~ Marge Ackley ~




With gratitude to (and for)  Love is a Place
which not only points to stars 
but is a radiant
star itself.
 

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Thursday, April 27, 2017

The bubble


Boston

"We do not believe that everything will be fine. We are not even sure, based on current definitions of progress and improvement, that we want it to be. Of all humanity’s delusions of difference, of its separation from and superiority to the living world which surrounds it, one distinction holds up better than most: we may well be the first species capable of effectively eliminating life on Earth. This is a hypothesis we seem intent on putting to the test. We are already responsible for denuding the world of much of its richness, magnificence, beauty, colour and magic, and we show no sign of slowing down. For a very long time, we imagined that ‘nature’ was something that happened elsewhere. The damage we did to it might be regrettable, but needed to be weighed against the benefits here and now. And in the worst case scenario, there would always be some kind of Plan B. Perhaps we would make for the moon, where we could survive in lunar colonies under giant bubbles as we planned our expansion across the galaxy.

But there is no Plan B and the bubble, it turns out, is where we have been living all the while. The bubble is that delusion of isolation under which we have laboured for so long. The bubble has cut us off from life on the only planet we have, or are ever likely to have. The bubble is civilization."

"The Dark Mountain Manifesto"

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

Reflect, reflect and reflect

Amida

 
Where is Amitahba Buddha?
Chisel his name in your mind and always dwell on it.
Reflect, reflect and reflect;
When even the reflection is gone,
Whole body and mind will radiate 
Dazzling golden light.

Zen Master Naong

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Earth Day 2017

  Parker River Wildlife Refuge 

"....cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;

18 Thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field;

19 In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."

Genesis 3 17-19

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A Sharp-Dressed Man

 
Parker River Wildlife Refuge
  

This beautiful boy was out walking in the 
mist with two of his ladies yesterday.
Since it is mating season, he was
eager to show off his plumage
by puffing himself up and
changing the colors
of his head.

Since male turkeys can run at top
speeds of ~ 25 mph and since
they can be a bit aggressive
this time of year, these
pictures were taken
in the safety of 
the Camry.



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Upright Stone - 4/21/17

 
Parker River Wildlife Refuge

 Parker River Wildlife Refuge

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April Showers

 
Rain


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Friday, April 21, 2017

Oven


Oven


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Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Main Priority - High Fidelity Regurgitation

   Austin

“For while the founding figures [of religious movements] were imaginative and creative, imagination and creativity were rarely qualities encouraged in the schools and orders they established…. As their traditions grew into powerful religious institutions, the preservation of orthodoxy became the main priority.  While originating in acts of imagination, orthodoxies paradoxically seek to control the imagination as a means of maintaining their authority.  The authenticity of a person’s understanding is measured according to its conformity with the dogmas of the school.  While such controls may provide a necessary safeguard against charlatanism and self-deception, they also can be used to suppress authentic attempts at creative innovation that might threaten the status quo.  The imagination is anarchic and potentially subversive.  The more hierarchic and authoritarian a religious institution, the more it will require that the creations of the imagination conform to its doctrines and aesthetic norms.  Yet by suppression of the imagination, the very life…is cut off at its source.  While religious orthodoxies may survive and even prosper for centuries, in the end they will ossify.  When the world around them changes, they will lack the imaginative power to respond creatively to the challenges of the new situation.”

~ Stephen Batchelor 


(via AZSpot)


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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Instead - in the midst of great suffering

  Amida

Amida sits in the side yard under some
overgrown rhododendrons. For years the plant
had extended a lush canopy over him. In the summer,
a cascade of blossoms would frame his stone seat.
Careless and artless landscape workers
ravaged his enclosure, tearing
away at branches and
stripping foliage.

Now, Amida sits exposed amidst
the wreckage left behind, a
more accurate, if less
lovely, rendition of
things as they
are..

Bare.

Shattered.


I suppose I should thank the careless
workers for their great teaching:
The Buddha did not come
to sit in the flowers.



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Monday, April 17, 2017

What does it really matter?

 Boston 

 You're gonna come now,
Or your gonna come later.. 

~ Joni Mitchell ~


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Sunday, April 16, 2017

Easter


Tulip


"How A Resurrection Really Feels"

Her parents named her Hallelujah, the kids all called her Holly. And if she scared you then she's sorry, she's been stranded at these parties These parties they start lovely, but they get druggy and they get ugly and they get bloody.

The priest just kinda laughed, the deacon caught a draft. She crashed into the Easter mass with her hair done up in broken glass. She was limping left on broken heels when she said, "Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?"

Holly was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that. And she's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back. St. Louis had enslaved me, I guess Santa Ana saved me, St. Peter had me on the queue, the St. Paul saints they waved me through. I was all wrapped up in some video booth when I heard her say "I love you too"

She said "I've laid beneath my lovers but I've never gotten laid." Some nights she felt protected, some nights she felt afraid. She spent half last winter just trying to get paid from some guy she originally thought to be her savior.

They wrote her name in magic marks on stop signs and subway cars. They got a mural up on East 13th that said "Hallelujah, rest in peace" 

Hallelujah was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that. She's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back.

Walk on back, walk on back.

She said "Don't turn me on again. I'd probably just go and get myself all gone again. Don't turn me on again I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again. So don't turn me on again. I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again."

Hallelujah was a sexy mess, she looked strung out but experienced.
So we all got kind of curious.

Walk on back... 

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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Holy Thursday - Accomplices

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You keep witnessing countless acts of violence, murders, rapes, torture sessions and lift not one finger to stop it.  You, your Son, and your Bird are not "suffering with" victims, you are aiding and abetting murderers, rapists and torturers.

You are accomplices - as guilty as if you held the knife yourselves and kept stabbing away until you counted to, say, fourteen.

Accomplices.

Accomplices to unimaginable misery.

So today of all days - don't think that washing the feet of a few victims in any way expiates your great and ongoing sins.


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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Melt

  

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Monday, April 10, 2017

Meanwhile, at the fishing industry hospice....


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Cripple Cove

Cripple Cove

Cripple Cove

Hospice


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Let it roll, baby, roll...


Why? What are >you< going to be doing?

 "The future's uncertain and the end
is always near." 

~ Jim Morrison ~


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Sunday, April 9, 2017

Cry Like An Angel

 
Gloucester Marine Railways


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At Least There's a View When I Get There..



Cripple Cove 

"Most of American life is driving somewhere
and then driving back wondering
why the hell you went"

~ John Updike ~


(via Austin Kleon)


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