Naps

The nap is very underrated. There is no time for naps in our society. The victory of the "Yankee." The victory of "The Proestant Ethic." The victory of activity over thought, action over rest, busyness over tranquility. Whic is preface to the fact that I took a nap which lasted all afternoon. Wonderful.

716: a comic

716: a comic ©Marianne Petit

This artist is amazing. I'm hooked on her graphic novel. Go there. Read it.

Spiral

Spiral
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Maybe we have different clothes, our skin is of a different colour, or we speak different languages. That is on the surface. But we are the same human beings. That is what binds us to each other. That is what makes it possible for us to understand each other and to develop friendship and closeness.

__Dalai Lama

Don't Worry, Be Happy

If a problem is fixable, if a situation is such that you can do something about it, then there is o need to worry. If it's not fixable, then there is no help in worrying.

__Dalai Lama

Liquid Amber

Liquid Amber
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Cat Friday

Gray Cat In Gray Window
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Anejo II

Anejo II
Originally uploaded by vajra.

I don't believe in God because I never saw him.
If he wanted me to believe in him,
He'd certainly come and speak with me.
Come in through my door
And tell me Here I am!

__Fernando Pessoa

Anejo

Anejo
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Not all autumn leaves are gold.

Still There

Still There
Originally uploaded by vajra.

A week of unbelievably glorious weather; it's been too warm to wear a sweater. Our bit of autumn glory is precious against so much that is still green.

Evening Sky 1

Evening Sky 1
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Cat Friday

Tyger! Tyger!
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Late Autumn

Late Rose
Originally uploaded by vajra.

And the speck of my heart, in my shed of flesh and bone, began to sing out, the way the sun would sing if the sun could sing, if light had a mouth and a tongue, if the sky had a throat, if god wasn't just an idea but shoulder and a spine, gathered from everywhere, even the most distant planets, blazing up. Where am I? Even the rough words come to me now, quick as thistles. Who make your tyrant's body, your thirst, your delving, your gladness? Oh tiger, oh bone-breaker, oh tree on fire! Get away from me. Come closer.

--Mary Oliver

November

November
Originally uploaded by vajra.

I will not leave you orphans; I will come to you. Yet a little while and the world no lone sees me. But you see me, for I live and you shall live. In that day you will know that I am in my Father and you in me, and I in your. He who has any commandments and keeps them, he it is who loves me. But he who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I will love him and minifest myself to him.

Winged Beauty

Gulf Fritillary
Originally uploaded by vajra.

There's a large moth in the bathroom. I want to take a picture but I'm procrastinating. Paler than the Gulf Fritillary, but beautiful.

Kindness

Gulf Fritillary
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Developing a kind heart does not involve any of the sentimental religiosity normally assocated with it.
It is for everyone, irrespective of race, religion or political affiliation.
It is for anybody who considers themself member of the human family. ---Dalai Lama

Gulf Fritillary

Butterfly
Originally uploaded by vajra.

This gorgeous creature rests on the jade plant like a whisper. So lightly did it rest that the slightest breeze lifted it gently and undisturbed like a surfer on an invisible curl.

Autumn Evening

Gold and Gray
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Cat Friday

Bird Watching
Originally uploaded by vajra.

CHANGE

Change only takes place throught action. Not throught prayer or meditation, but through action.
____Dalai Lama

Abby

She is the runt of the litter and got a forever home within minutes of receiving the photos. sigh

Autumn Grass

Harvest

Harvest
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Why I Am Not A Painter

I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,

for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.

Frank O'Hara

Cat Friday

Isabella and Ysidro
Originally uploaded by vajra.

Sleep

Sleep
Originally uploaded by vajra.

White

PA160053
Originally uploaded by vajra.

emerging
through the sinewy oak trees
white roses

____Liz Chen Frech