Fuliyama Dancer

A beautiful sunday with a dear friend, under an amazing sky and a beautiful wind ..

To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. William Blake

"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for." Epicurus Greek philosopher (341 BC - 270 BC)

Hiç ummadığım bir anda, bir ışık hüzmesi gözümü çeldi...penceremin önündeki yanlız çiçek bana sesleniyordu: "bana bak". Arkasından ışıldayan güneş kırıntısı ondan geçerek yeniden doğuyordu adeta... Bir anda mozaik bir tablo oluşmuştu...çiçek dışarısı ve içerisi arasındaki o müthiş yerde, mozaiğin parçalarının birbirine birleştiği yerde yeniden doğdu gözümde..bütünün en güzel parçası, bütünü bütün yapan en önemli parça oluverdi...ve tüm hızıyla kameraya yakalandı...

Buz mavisi bir hava..en sevdiğim renkte bir gün..güneş saklanbaç oynuyor..bizler ise mızıkçı. Rengarenk insanlar, gelen, giden, bakan, gülen.. karnım zil çalıyor..rengarenk bir salatayı özlüyor. Ellerim üşüyor...Fufu'dan bir türlü ses çıkmıyor. Daha fazla beklemek yersiz diyerek yola koyulmaya karar veriyor "ben"...

Çok sevdiğim bir sanat....tek bir parçanın kristal gibi kırılmasından oluşan sonsuz yansımalar... bkz. Link

Hayalimdeki yerlere ve renklere yolculuk...

Why does one create an image about oneself? One has an idea, a symbol of oneself, an image of oneself: what one should be, what one is, or what one should not be. Why does one create an image about oneself? Because one has never studied what one is, actually. We think we should be this or that: the ideal, the hero, the example. What awakens anger is that our ideal, the idea we have of ourselves, is attacked. And our idea about ourselves is our escape from the fact of what we are. But when you are observing the actual fact of what you are, no one can hurt you. Then, if one is a liar and is told that one is a liar, it does not mean that one is hurt: it is a fact. But when you are pretending you are not a liar and are told that you are, then you get angry, violent. So, we are always living in an ideational world, a world of myth, and never in the world of actuality. To observe what is, to see it, actually be familiar with it, there must be no judgment, no evaluation, no opinion, no fear. ...

Haftasonu güzel yerler, güzel insanlarla dolu geçti...çok şanslıyım tüm bunlara tanık olduğum için...

Sevgili Scott'un sayfasından aşırdığım güzel bir parça...

Can’t I just look? Can I look without the word at every problem: the problem of fear, the problem of pleasure? Because the word creates, breeds thought; and thought is memory, experience, pleasure, and therefore a distorting factor. This is really quite astonishingly simple. Because it is simple, we mistrust it. We want everything to be very complicated, very cunning; and all cunning is covered with a perfume of words. If I can look at a flower nonverbally—and I can; anyone can do it, if one gives sufficient attention—can’t I look with that same objective, nonverbal attention at the problems which I have? Can’t I look out of silence, which is nonverbal, without the thinking machinery of pleasure and time being in operation? Can’t I just look? I think that’s the crux of the whole matter—not to approach from the periphery, which only complicates life tremendously, but to look at life, with all its complex problems of livelihood, sex, death, misery, sorrow, the agony of being tremendously...