love is a sphere which has its centre everywhere, and its circumference nowhere; longing is the compass, always pointing there
Pema Dorje tranlates to Lotus Blossom - Lightening Bolt ,i.e., Flower Power or the balance of YinYang! The name was given to me by a Bodhisattva while he was eating lunch. Really! One of his names is Tenzen Samkhar the Dhakshong Rinpoche from the Scorpio Mountain Monestary in Tibet.
To write properly and clear,
Is in part, the goal.
To write simply, and with Heart,
The very Soul.
Not for charm of wit,
The Monkey mind, to impart.
Nay, 'tis Evolution and Change,
That is the real Art!
A word can convey a meaning and change a mind, infused with 'Joy' and 'Love' it can change a Heart and thats forever!
Heartfelt words of magic, igniting Grace to action. Where words are imbued with potential, acting as agents of change. The Heart forever voyages, longing its compass, always going hOMe!
by the time you read this, the ripples of my imagination will have merged with your eyes as pixels on the net ... peeling through the layers of impressions, old and new, until we speak from naked Hearts; merged within the carved words here are my memories, my perceptions interpreted. Regurgitated, spent. Spilled reveries emerging in time!
By the time I have carved my words to hold the image of my realization, you will have to be a breaker of moulds, an iconoclast, to release it; otherwise it is religion with its dead forms and rituals ...
In the light of Cosmic time, both great and small are extinguished by that infinity, yet it remains important that we create, explore and evolve with the courage of a Loving Heart.
What is the 'sound' your naked Heart makes? A Mystic would say, 'Awe' ...
I am learning new tricks here while my synaptic pathways are degenerating. Stars I see Stars ...
Einstein, the great scientist, used to imagine, If you are sitting in the front of a light wave, what would you see? What would you be?
a Naked Heart; AWE!
included photos taken through a camera with my eye for a sight
Neither the voice that speaks shall have your Heart
nor can you hear that uncommonest of tongues;
... for the language of the Soul is silence ...
You shall know when you have been unspoken,
you will feel it Divine!
Peace is that wordless cry ...
Man is what he loves.
-- St. Augustine
We become what we Love, Love Up!