According to Buddha
Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.
i’m a wonderful shadow
whose sweetness is brief
***
formal study eggs by candle light ~ art room Etown ~ January 2020
According to Buddha
Cautious people say, “I’ll do nothing until I can be sure.” Merchants know better. If you do nothing, you lose.
cautionary tale that you know that i won’t be reading
cautionary tale that you know that i won’t be reading
cautionary tale to my own avail i believe in
cautionary tale that you know that i won’t be reading
***
East Beach ~ White Rock, BC ~ February 2020
According to Buddha
Consciousness sleeps in minerals, dreams in plants, wakes up in animals, and becomes self-aware in humans.
Ooo
there’s another world, it’s made for us
trapped in bodies, they’re made to rust
it’s one that i can break right through
i am ready, how about you?
***
orphaned animals ~ Greater Vancouver Zoo, Aldergrove BC ~ February 2020
According to Buddha
Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.
nobody can tell ya;
there’s only one song worth singin’,
they may try and sell ya,
’cause it hangs them up to see someone like you.
but you’ve gotta make your own music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody else sings along.
***
sand East Beach ~ White Rock, BC ~ February 2020
According to Buddha
Just stop your wandering,
Look penetratingly into your inherent nature,
And, concentrating your spiritual energy,
Sit in zazen
And break through.
somehow we’ve gone and lost our way
but this is where we are
oh how you lift your rusted brow
little thoughts have weighed your vision down
***
According to Buddha
A human being is an animal, a part of nature. But we single ourselves out from the rest of nature. We classify other animals and living beings as nature, as if we ourselves are not part of it. Then we pose the question, “How should I deal with Nature?” We should deal with nature the way we deal with ourselves. Harming nature is harming ourselves, and vice versa.
here on this mountaintop oh oh oh
i got some wild, wild life
i got some news to tell ya oh oh
about some wild, wild life
***
‘don’t feed the bears’ Banff National Park~ fotos by f.fynebuik ~ circa 1958 ~ January 2020
According to Buddha
Prolong not the past
Invite not the future
Do not alter your innate wakefulness
Fear not appearances
There is nothing more than this…
***
up and down the road ~ Central Alberta ~ January 2020
According to Buddha
In our Western culture, although death has come out of the closet, it is still not openly experienced or discussed. Allowing dying to be so intensely present enriches both the preciousness of each moment and our detachment from it.
when i was just a little girl
i asked my mother, what will i be
will i be pretty
will i be rich
here’s what she said to me
que será, será
whatever will be, will be
the future’s not ours to see
que será, será
what will be, will be
***
under the Full Wolf Moon in loving memory of
Fenje (van der Velde) Fynebuik
1932-06-13 to 2020-01-10
Death is a coming together…happy birthday mom…the moon was listening…love you always…
According to Buddha
When you go out into the woods, and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didn’t get enough light, and so it turned that way. And you don’t get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans, you lose all that. And you are constantly saying ‘You are too this, or I’m too this.’ That judgment mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.
and the seasons they go round and round
and the painted ponies go up and down
we’re captive on the carousel of time
we can’t return we can only look behind
from where we came
and go round and round and round
in the circle game
***
birch ~ Amiskwaskahegan, Alberta ~ January 2020
