flowers and flowers

"Don't fight with the ego, otherwise the ego will eat you! The very fight will destroy you. Fighting with anything non-existent is the most dangerous thing in the world. It is like fighting with darkness; if you start fighting with darkness, wrestling, even if you are a Mohammed Ali you are not going to win. Soon you will be tired, exhausted, and you will fall flat on the ground, thinking that darkness seems to be very powerful. Darkness is not powerful, darkness is not weak, because darkness does not exist at all. All that you need is just a small candle and the darkness will be gone. I call that small candle meditation, and out of that small light thousands of flowers blossom within your heart: love blossoms, freedom blossoms, truth blossoms, godliness blossoms.... There is no end to it -- it is an eternal garden. Flowers and flowers... your whole being becomes fragrant." Osho

the still life of life

The still life of life

like woven objects in daily toil

we listen for the freedom

and find the blockage of its trail; also daily.

But from the beginning to no end,

do we seek out some answers?

That freedom never exists

unless it is born within.

That ties are all irrelevant unless tied to now.

That we are no less freed by the personal life trail,

than it is set free by us.

So along no road to destiny will wind blow in our face

but that of important learning

in each breath of freedom and every step

we've trod

and now it is certain that still life is life

no other has yet been discovered

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she wore diamonds

Diamonds On The Inside

I knew a girl

Her name was truth

She was a horrible liar.

She couldnt spend one day alone

But she couldnt be satisfied.

When you have everything,

You have everything to lose.

She made herself

A bed of nails

And shes plannin' on puttin' it to use.

Cos she had diamonds on the inside

She had diamonds on the inside

She had diamonds on the inside

Diamonds

A candle throws its light into the darkness

In a nasty world,so shines the good deed

Make sure the fortune, that you seek

Is the fortune you need.

So tell me why,the first to ask,is the last to give,everytime

What you say and do not mean

Follow too close behind

Cos she had diamonds on the inside

She had diamonds on the inside

She wore diamonds on the inside

Diamonds

Like a soldier standing long under fire

Any change comes as a relief.

Let the giver's name remain unspoken

For she is just a generous thief.

But she had diamonds on the inside

Cos she had diamonds on the inside

She wore diamonds on the inside

She wore diamonds

Oh diamonds

She had diamonds

She wore diamonds

Diamonds

Ben Harper

strawberries growing in my garden

Wild Rosebush

How it stands there against the darkening
evening rain, young and pure;
its arched branches pouring out in giving
and yet deeply immersed in its rose-being.

the shallow blossoms, here and there already open,
each one unwilled and uncared for:
and so, each endlessly surpassed
and indescribably excited by itself,

calling to the wanderer, who in evening
reflection passes down the way:
Oh look at me, look here, see how safe
and unprotected I am, having only what I need.

Rainer Maria Rilke

art path

Matty and I ducked in to the NSW art gallery to take a look at Paths to Abstraction 1867 - 1917. It was a great show and I took some photos of the work on display un-knowingly this was illegal, and non of those shots were worth putting up here..

We loved this gorgeous painting by visionary Sydney artist Del Kathryn Barton. Alluring, lightness of pen and ink, colour that illuminates the canvas, a dream like vision. Her very personal work is a treat to stand before. To be invited into her world, enticed in to ever mark, dot and swirl to see the references of her own animal dreamings and feminine belongings is magical.

At the art show Paths to Abstraction 1867 - 1917

It was a magic moment to stand with some of Paul Klee's intricate linear sketches, so simple and minimal it felt to me that he had invented his own visual language that expresses complexity with the lightest touch. It was also marvelous to see some of Peirre Bonnards work. His colour and compositions are so up lifting. I love that he created visions from his every day life, introducing the use of complex textural colour palette's, intimate imaginary colour scapes that drew me into his own world.

this painting is not in the show

this painting by Bonnard is in the show,

this is one of the shots I took.