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There was just a continent without much on it   under a sky that never cared less.   Ready for a change, the elbows waited.   The hands gripped hard on the desert. ~ William Stafford At the Bomb Testing Site from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems + (photo: Ben Linney via  pithandperiphery)

There was just a continent without much on it  
under a sky that never cared less.  
Ready for a change, the elbows waited.  
The hands gripped hard on the desert.

~ William Stafford At the Bomb Testing Site from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems +

(photo: Ben Linney via  pithandperiphery)

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Each morning we must hold out the challice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back. It must be held out empty—for the past must only be reflected in its polish, its shape, its capacity.
Dag Hammarskjold (from his journal)

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One ancient text tells the story of a crow who was flying with a piece of meat in its beak. Twenty crows were pursuing it trying to grab the meat. Flying high to escape them, it became tired. Suddenly, it dropped the meat, and the twenty crows flew down shrieking, fighting for it. Then the crow, flying high, thought, “How good it is to carry nothing — the whole sky belongs to me!” ~ Lizelle Reymond, “A Conscious Struggle Toward Reality,” published in Sacred Tradition And Present Need [Image: Georgia O’Keeffe, A Black Bird With Snow Covered Red Hills] Thank you veareflejos, crashinglybeautiful

One ancient text tells the story of a crow who was flying with a piece of meat in its beak. Twenty crows were pursuing it trying to grab the meat. Flying high to escape them, it became tired. Suddenly, it dropped the meat, and the twenty crows flew down shrieking, fighting for it. Then the crow, flying high, thought, “How good it is to carry nothing — the whole sky belongs to me!”

~ Lizelle Reymond, “A Conscious Struggle Toward Reality,” published in Sacred Tradition And Present Need

[Image: Georgia O’Keeffe, A Black Bird With Snow Covered Red Hills]

Thank you veareflejos, crashinglybeautiful

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Is such vast emptiness, what sound is made? It is filled with silence. ~ü [Image: Wurstgulasch, The Only One, 2010]

Is such vast emptiness, what sound is made?

It is filled with silence.

~ü

[Image: Wurstgulasch, The Only One, 2010]

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Negative space is the key to emptiness.  The invisible in-between.  The winter manifests this.  It thins out our natural landscape to the point that the space is dominated by emptiness.  But if we take another look at the space between, we’ll find that it is not nothingness.  It is another kind of form. Form is emptiness; emptiness is form. ~ü [Image: Harry Callahan Chicago (1950), gelatin silver print]

Negative space is the key to emptiness.  The invisible in-between.  The winter manifests this.  It thins out our natural landscape to the point that the space is dominated by emptiness.  But if we take another look at the space between, we’ll find that it is not nothingness.  It is another kind of form.

Form is emptiness; emptiness is form.

~ü

[Image: Harry Callahan Chicago (1950), gelatin silver print]

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