Saturday, January 11, 2025

ART & WRITING

 

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The Tulip and the Comet.


A Tulip meets a Comet and longs to see the world.



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The Apple Tree on the Hill

An apple tree grew up alone, until settlers arrived, and a French village bloomed.


( written by Marco Aurélio based on a painting by Lucas Aurélio. Front cover. )

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( original painting - The Apple Tree on the Hill by Lucas Aurélio )






















                                                          












Friday, January 10, 2025

BLUE MOON and the inner world

 


Every once in a blue moon, I know my place in this world, as if my GPS was roaming and it found me: my precise parallels, coordinates, latitude, and longitude, set to now. I feel that there is nothing beyond myself.

I feel like a tree or mountain would feel if it could feel present in time, place, and purpose. 
I ask if a tree or mountain would feel less, want more, or desire, as we do, to be elsewhere in order to do what it can perfectly do right here.



For all the analogies we have for flying, it is on the stillness of these moments that I find myself utterly grounded, paradoxically one with the vastness of our universe.

Flying is aimlessly seeking for oneself outside of itself.

A monk sitting still in meditation and thankfulness needs no wings to fly further than a bird of any kind; nothing material can connect the vastness of the soul and oneself.




The invisible is not only essential as the Little Prince taught us, but also the only portal to ourselves, for we can't be found elsewhere than ourselves.

Every once in a blue moon we don't reflect light; light is the source within and shines until we again forget to be blind to our place and time. Without our inner light, all we have left is our social climb.