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Sable, Shadow and Ice book collector number

In abstract, Art, Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Documentary, FujiX100V, Paramahansa Yogananda, Autobiography of a Yogi, Street photography, Words of music on 2021/02/07 at 04:00

According to Buddha

The goal of yoga science is to calm the mind, that without distortion it may hear the infallible counsel of the inner voice.

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-30 a day ago Deep Freeze: A Byzantine Winter Fete ~ Etown ~ Amiskwaciwâskahikan ᐊᒥᐢᑲᐧᒋᐋᐧᐢᑲᐦᐃᑲᐣ ~ February 2021

Orochi’s hunting party number

In Alberta, Alberta landscapes, Architecture, Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Documentary, FujiX100V, New Topographics, Outsider view, Photography, Street photography, Words of music on 2021/01/27 at 04:00

According to Buddha

I believe the purpose of all the major religious traditions is not to construct big temples on the outside, but to create temples of goodness and compassion inside, in our hearts.

your own personal jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who cares
 your own personal jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who’s there

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Villages of Warburg and Thorsby – a day or so ago ~ Leduc County ~ January 2021

Metrovick computer number

In Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Flora, Fotografia, FujiX100V, Photography, Words of music on 2021/01/24 at 04:00

According to Buddha

In mystical traditions, it is one’s own readiness that makes experiences exoteric or esoteric. The secret isn’t that you’re not being told. The secret is that you’re not able to hear.

si les fleurs
qui bordent les chemins
se fainaient toutes demain
je garderais au coeur

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a day ago ~ Minerva Amaryllis ~ Etown – Amiskwaciwâskahikan ᐊᒥᐢᑲᐧᒋᐋᐧᐢᑲᐦᐃᑲᐣ ~ January 2021

Minamoto no Kintada’s year of death

In abstract, Alberta landscapes, Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Fotografia, FujiX100V, Landscape, minimalism, Photography, Words of music on 2021/01/17 at 04:00

According to Buddha

As we grow in our consciousness, there will be more compassion and more love, and then the barriers between people, between religions, between nations will begin to fall. Yes, we have to beat down the separateness.

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a day or so ago ~ Miquelon Lake + river ~ Etown ~ January 2021

A life shaped by god, gender and force of will number

In abstract, Body, Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Feminisms, Fotografia, FujiX100V, iPhoneography, Photography, Street photography, Visual story telling, Words of music on 2021/01/13 at 04:00

According to Buddha

I’m just a small crack in the wall; the wall of patriarchy; on the wall of the hierarchy; on the wall of injustice. Soon there will be more cracks and someday the wall will fall.

maybe we do the right things
maybe we do the wrong
spending each day
wending our way along

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past + present self study #1 ~ a day or so ago ~ Etown – Amiskwaciwâskahikan ᐊᒥᐢᑲᐧᒋᐋᐧᐢᑲᐦᐃᑲᐣ ~ January 2021

Eadred’s reigning year

In abstract, Architecture, Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Fotografia, FujiX100V, Learning, Memories, Photography, Street photography, Words of music on 2021/01/10 at 04:00

According to Buddha

Tie two birds together. They will not be able to fly, even though they now have four wings.

feel like that black crow
flying
in a blue sky

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a day ago ~ Laurier Park and Bridge Walk ~ January 2021

Double factorial of 9

In abstract, Art, Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Fotografia, iPhone photography, Learning, Photography, Story, Words of music on 2021/01/06 at 04:00

According to Buddha

In our culture we’ve been trained to make individual differences to stand out. You look at each person and think, ‘Brighter, dumber, older, younger, richer, poorer’ and we make all these dimensional distinctions, put them in categories and treat people that way. And we only see others as separate from ourselves. One of the dramatic characteristics of the psychedelic experience is being with another person and suddenly seeing the ways in which they are like you – not different from you.

when we were young 
we would laugh so carefree
the pain would circle over me
heavy metal buried deep in my heart
heavy metal

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a day or so ago ~ outdoor fire ~ Etown – Amiskwaciwâskahikan ᐊᒥᐢᑲᐧᒋᐋᐧᐢᑲᐦᐃᑲᐣ ~ January 2021

Marc Lotenberg’s Magazine number

In Alberta landscapes, Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Fotografia, FujiX100V, Landscape, minimalism, Photography, still life, Words of music on 2021/01/03 at 04:00

According to Buddha

Only when you can be extremely pliable and soft can you be extremely hard and strong.

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yesterday the little things in the woods ~ Wagner Natural Area ~ January 2021

Tales of the Shameik number

In abstract, Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Fotografia, iPhone photography, iPhoneography, Macro, Mobile photography, Photography, still life, Words of music on 2020/12/30 at 04:00

According to Buddha

Be motivated like the falcon, hunt gloriously. Be magnificent as the leopard, fight to win. Spend less time with nightingales and peacocks. One is all talk, the other only colour.

when you flew away, 
you just left one feather. 
so i keep it in my pillow, 
so i’ll dream of you at night. 
 
and your feathers were the colour, 
of the sun before it sets at night. 
and your eyes were as sharp, 
as the morning sunlight.

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peacock feather in yesterday’s sunshine ~ December 2020

Quarterly IRS form number

In abstract, Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Conceptual photography, Emotion, Fotografia, FujiX100V, minimalism, Photography, Words of music on 2020/12/23 at 04:00

According to Buddha

Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing.  We think the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved.  They come together and they fall apart.  Then they come together again and fall apart again.  It’s just like that.  The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.

once there was a song, the song yearned to be sung
it was a spinning song about the king of rock ‘n’ roll
the king was first a young prince, the prince was the best
with his black jelly hair he crashed onto a stage in vegas
the king had a queen, the queen’s hair was a stairway
she tended the castle garden, and in the garden planted a tree
the garden tree was a stairway, it was sixteen branches high
on the top branch was a nest, sing the high cloudy nest
in the nest there was a bird, the bird had a wing
the wing had a feather, spin the feather and sing the wind

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in the woods of Golden BC. a couple of months ago ~ December 2020

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