According to Buddha
Untouched, undisturbed, This life is perfect just as it is, But still I try to change the world.
i’m underwater engulfed by waves of emotion
***
Semiahmoo Bay ~ White Rock, British Columbia ~ March 2019
Posts Tagged ‘daughter’
Boy Scouts of Harlem number
In Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Fotografia, FujiX100s, Outdoors, Photography, seascape, Street photography, Words of music on 2019/03/27 at 04:00first of the 6 series mixers recorders
In Buddhist philosophical concepts, Emotion, History, Mobile photography, Words of music on 2018/04/18 at 04:00According to Buddha
Death is not as terrible as you think. It comes to you as a healer. Sleep is nothing but a counterfeit death. What happens in death we can picture in sleep. All our sufferings vanish in sleep. When death comes, all our mortal tortures cease; they cannot go beyond the portals of death.
i am my father’s daughter
i have his eyes
i am the product of his sacrifice
i am the accumulation of the dreams of generations
and their stories live in me like holy water
i am my father’s daughter
***
high tide at Felgueiras Lighthouse in Porto Portugal ~ April 2018
in memory of my dear father Anton Albertus Fynebuik
Date of Birth : 1931-11-10
Date Deceased : 2017-04-18
Lee Keun Woo’s Project film number
In Buddhist philosophical concepts, Colour photography, Emotion, Fotografia, FujiX100s, Outdoors, Reflection, Street photography, Words of music on 2017/06/18 at 04:00According to Buddha
The world as a whole has forgotten the real meaning of the word love. Love has been so abused and crucified by man that very few people know what true love is. Just as oil is present in every part of the olive, so love permeates every part of creation. But to define love is very difficult, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. You have to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.
she stepped off the boat to see flowers in his hands
the man she would marry was as hard as the mountains
she had his children in a log cabin
soon i’d be another star in this family’s constellation
in the land of the midnight sun
searching for gold
i am my father’s daughter
he has his mother’s eyes
i am the product of her sacrifice
i am the accumulation of the dreams of generations
and their stories live in me like holy water
i am my father’s daughter
***
random streets in Toronto ~ June 2017
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