According to Buddha
Get away from this world; not by flying away to a cave in the Himalayas, but to the cave of your mind, where you are free of the body and of the world.
i wasted the morning and and most of the afternoon…
well i tired to get some work done but ended way too soon…
watched the sun go down in the sky…
close to the afternoon it’s a different story…
***
view from plane Alberta and Saskatchewan ~ October 2017
According to Buddha
Instead of allowing ourselves to be led and trapped by our feelings, we should let them disappear as soon as they form, like letters drawn on water with a finger.
ooh woo, i’m a rebel just for kicks, now
i been feeling it since 1966, now
might’ve had your fill, but you feel it still
ooh woo, i’m a rebel just for kicks, now
let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
might be over now, but i feel it still
***
glass blocks ~ urban Regina, Saskatchewan ~ September 2017
According to Buddha
Be a light unto yourself; betake yourselves to no external refuge. Hold fast to the Truth. Look not for refuge to anyone besides yourselves.
they walk in the sky
so near and so high
they’re stopping for none
and when the day’s done
they agree that the sea
is the best place to be
wondrously free
they live happily
sun slips into horizon
moon reaches for the stars
music is the healer
no matter who you are
no matter who you are…
***
Edmonton, Alberta urban + iphone aiplane sky ~ September 2017
According to Buddha
I dream joy, I glide in joy, I breathe in joy evermore.
lookin’ for a sign
lookin’ for the light
and another glass of wine
let go of the fear
and know that i’m near
it may become clear if you
breathe in
breathe out
breathe in
breathe out
***
Double Flowering Plum ~ Prunus triloba ‘Multiplex’- May 2017
According to Buddha
Most people live on the surface of life. But it is by deep-sea diving in the ocean of thought that you receive the pearls of knowledge.
feel the rhythm with your hands
steal the rhythm while you can, spoonman
speak the rhythm on your own
speak the rhythm all alone, spoonman
spoonman, come together with your hands
save me, i’m together with your plan
save me
***
Edmonton, Alberta ~ March 2016
According to Buddha
The relationship that exists between friends is the grandest of human loves. Friendly love is pure, because it is without compulsion. If you once know divine love, you will never part with it, for there is nothing else like it in the whole universe.
i’m out on the street walking home
a small pale blur
leaving trails like a snail
i move so slow
time can bruise
violent indigo
rush home to your arms
you soothe my weary soul
others stray but i won’t
walk away
walk away
***
view from Black Dog Freehouse, Edmonton ~ August 2016
According to Buddha
It is not a pumping-in from the outside that gives wisdom; it is the power and extent of your inner receptivity that determines how much you can attain of true knowledge, and how rapidly. The man who has the power of receptivity quickly grasps everything. People with no receptivity may be exposed to the same experiences or information, yet not really see nor fully comprehend what is there. An intelligent man lives far ahead of the idiot. Your experiences bring wisdom according to the measure of the cup of your receptivity.
now the wind is high
and it howls through my eyes
in my head i see endless skies
***
QE2 ~ Alberta ~ random highway shots ~ March 2016.
According to Buddha
Look fear in the face and it will cease to trouble you.
the lion’s outside of your door
the wolf’s in your bed
the lion’s claws are sharpened for war
the wolf’s teeth are red
and what a monstrous sight he makes
mocking man’s best friend
***
cat and dog ~ Edmonton, Alberta ~ March 2016.
According to Buddha
Analyze yourself. All emotions are reflected in the body and mind. Envy and fear cause the face to pale, love makes it glow.
being one of those grains of sand
i get blown all around the world
and what i make of it
oh i don’t know
what’s the meaning of it
oh I don’t know
just say you love me…
***
Edmonton, Alberta ~ inside a pomegranate ~ January 2016.
According to Buddha
In one of my former lives I was a cloud. The cloud had a nice time in the sky, travelling around and looking down. A cloud is sometimes transformed into rain, and when the rain comes, the cloud isn’t scared to death. The cloud knows that the rain is something very exciting too. So, instead of crying, the cloud begins to sing and becomes the rain falling on fields and into the rivers.
but hold me fast, hold me fast
’cause i’m a hopeless wanderer
and hold me fast, hold me fast
’cause i’m a hopeless wanderer
i will learn, i will learn to love the skies i’m under
***
random Canadian air iPhoneography shots ~ by Hedy Bach ~ 2015.
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