Paris
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Mike Driver
cherry valley forever

Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

blake kathryn
NASA
will byers stan first human second
occasionally subtle
taylor price
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Sade Olutola
ojovivo

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@azalyre
Paris
Aujourd’hui je n’ai plus de rêves creux, je m’abandonne aux fleurs du prunier, grandes et petites, qui s’épanouissent telles qu’elles sont.
Dogen Zenji (1200-1253)
Celia
Lituanie, 2009
“L’oppression d’un peuple ou même d’un simple individu est l’oppression de tous, et l’on ne peut violer la liberté d’un seul sans violer la liberté de chacun.” Bakounine (1814-1876)
Ceux qui ne bougent pas, ne remarquent pas leurs chaînes.
… partout du sainfoin, des tulipes sauvages, c’est fou… le soleil brille et l’odeur des lilas me tourne la tête.
Nicolas Bouvier, L'usage du monde
eared owl
‘The Maastricht Hours’, Liège 14th century
BL, Stowe 17, fol. 24v
Un jour, on est allés avec Suzuki Roshi dans une ferme pour y cueillir des fruits. On essayait tous d'être de bons étudiants zen –travailler dur, cueillir les fruits, les mettre dans des cageots. On n'avait pas réalisé à quel point on était devenus sérieux, jusqu'à ce que Suzuki Roshi monte sur un arbre et commence à nous bombarder de fruits. One day Suzuki Roshi went with a group of us in a truck to a ranch some miles from Tassajara to pick fruit. We were all trying to be good Zen students –work hard, pick the fruit, pack the boxes. We didn’t realize how serious we’d become, until Suzuki Roshi climbed a tree and started throwing fruit at us.
David Chadwick (Ed.), Zen Is Right Here
“Syntagma”, Valie Export, 1984
Cy Twombly, “Inverno”, “Quattro Stagioni”, 1993-95