gradience

We often define ourselves by our roles and labels, building sandcastles and clinging to them, fearing the inevitable tide. Sandcastles are beautiful, but we cannot live inside them. Because the tide rises. That's what the tide does. We must remember: I am the builder, not the castle. I am separate and whole, over here, eyes on the horizon, sun on my shoulders, welcoming the tide. Building, rebuilding. Playfully. Lightly. Never changing, always changing.

Glennon Doyle, Untamed

tweet from @eboneedavis: "Just when I think I'm in my final form I realize that I'm nothing more than a rough draft. My potential is infinite."
tumblr screenshot from @holybeings: "I keep becoming me over and over and over again"
David Hockney: Gregory Swimming Los Angeles March 31st 1982

From the point of view of time, we say "impermanence," and from the point of view of space, we say "nonself." Things cannot remain themselves for two consecutive moments, therefore, there is nothing that can be called a permanent "self." Before you entered this room, you were different physically and mentally. Looking deeply at impermanence, you see nonself. Looking deeply at nonself, you see impermanence

Thich Nhat Hanh, The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching

tweet from @cryptonature: "The water in your body is just visiting.
    It was a thunderstorm a week ago. It will be the ocean soon enough. Most of your cells come and go like morning dew. We are more weather pattern than stone monument. Sunlight on mist. Summer lightning. Your choices outweigh your substance."
Josef Albers, Blue Reminding, 1966

We carry in us the ground of interbeing, nirvana, the world of no-birth and no-death, no permanence and no impermanence, no self and no nonself. Nirvana is the complete silencing of concepts.

Thich Nhat Hanh, The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching

The work of sacred art: putting us in touch with something we know intimately yet remains beyond our comprehension.

Patrick Bringley, All the Beauty In The World

The sun and stars that float in the open air.... the appleshaped earth and we upon it... surely the drift of them is something grand; I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

screenshot from wikipedia: "There is a joy so ancient and
    immense that transcends the limits of langauge and comprehension

6.37: If you've seen the present you've seen everything. Since beginning as it'll be forever. The same substance, the same form. All of it.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Adolph Menzel, Balkonzimmer, 1845

images

tweet from @eboneedavis

tumblr screenshot from @holybeings

David Hockney: Gregory Swimming Los Angeles March 31st 1982

tweet from @cryptonature

Josef Albers, Blue Reminding, 1966

wikipedia screenshot via @wiki-but-made-them-up on tumblr

Adolph Menzel, Balkonzimmer, 1845