was the way I lived my life.
Try telling me your name,
try telling me “Don’t worry.”
Everything I knew would quickly wither and die
and all echoes would be buried in the sound
of living: the sound of my feet on the sidewalk.
That was me:
treasure hunting, I would bury what I found.
That was me:
a gold digger, underground.
was that forgetful way of life
when I left home, when I lived as if I’d died.
Sitting on a rock and doing nothing,
alone for so long,
in the dark I found my sight
and there your name was,
written large in letters bright
and there my faith was.
"Worry not," declared the night.
In the great void of my life
I could feel the shape of what was missing
like the way the woolly mammoth stands
so tall and bold in our minds.
I was shaken at the size of my cry
and the true love it described.
I know day is dawning now
so ends my holy night.
It’s back to the world I go.
Back to the girls and shows,
and all the worldly woes
and their unfurling flows.
Will I carry myself slowly enough to remember?
I sit on a dark rock doing nothing still just crowded
and there’s the love
in flesh and bone.
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity."
"There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain."
Ryoji Ikeda - The Transfinite (2011)
“A huge, immersive, electronic light-and-sound installation consisting of an immense wall — 54 feet wide by 40 feet tall — which serves as a screen for streaming video projections.
On one side, horizontal black, gray and white stripes and bands divided into left and right sections scroll downward, flickering furiously to the sound of aggressively percussive, buzzing and whistling electronic music emitted by powerful speakers.
he bar-code-like patterns extend across the white floor in front of the wall, where visitors who have doffed their shoes may loll, dance or meditate. It’s like a walk-in, animated Op Art painting.
On the other side, the floor is covered by soft black fabric and the wall is flooded by finely articulated, incomprehensibly complicated numerical and graphic data.
What is it to be human in such a universe? What values other than statistical ones sustain us?”
"Don’t aim at success — the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one’s dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge. Then you will live to see that in the long run—in the long run, I say!—success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think of it."
(Source: , via explore-blog)
The Universal Mind of Bill Evans
"When we fully understand Vipassana we will see that it is not any kind of religious teaching and really has nothing to do with Buddhism at all!
In fact it’s not even a spiritual teaching.
That which is called Vipassana is simply a way to be still and see that this mind that we build our whole life around isn’t ours, that we do not control it and can never determine what it presents to us in any moment.
Understanding this is liberation or awakening.
True freedom is not established in cutting ourselves off from the world and renouncing everything, but only letting go of the attachment to this mind as being who and what we are.
May all beings be happy."
Robert Rauschenberg, White Painting (Three Panel), 1951; painting; oil on canvas, 72 in. x 108 in. (182.88 cm x 274.32 cm); Collection SFMOMA