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Sculptures of the five emanations of Kokuzō Bodhisattva (虚空蔵菩薩) dating to the early to mid-9th century within the pagoda on the grounds of Jingoji Temple (神護寺) up on Mount Takao (高雄山) in far northwest Kyoto

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Kokuzo Bosatsu (Ākāśagarbha (space-womb) Bodhisattva), 13th century

Kamakura period, Japan

108.0 x 60.8 cm

Colour on silk

Kokuuzo Bodhisattva had been worshiped as the principal image in an esoteric rite to improve memory (Gumonjiho) since the Nara period before Kukai introduced systematic Esoteric Buddhism from China into Japan. The description of the Bodhisattva image in this drawing clearly represents the principal image used in the esoteric rite of Gumonjiho: Depicted in gold, Kokuzo Bodhisattva sits on a lotus pedestal placed within a big white circle representing the full moon, with his right palm facing outward with all five fingers hanging down and his left hand holding a red lotus flower with a sacred gem with flames. The image emitting each three radiating lines from the head and body is the true form of the principal image used in the esoteric rite of Gumonjiho.

This painting is well-known as an elaborate, high-quality piece that fully embodies the following features of the 13th-century Kamakura period: Long slit eyes, the firm body, a waving tenne (a long cloth) and kanzo (ornamental ribbons hanging from the sides of a crown), overly decorative yet dignified description of lotus petals and slightly subdued blue, green and red colors which make a clear contrast with each other. The mountain landscape drawn in the lower part of the screen is said to represent Mt. Asama in Ise. Kukai, who learned the Gumonjiho from the fourth priest from Daianji Temple's Doji, who had introduced and disseminated the Gumonjiho in Japan, is said to have acquired the Gumonjiho at the Kongo Shoji Temple on Mt. Asama. This painting was created in relation to the tradition of initiation into the esoteric rites and serves as a suijaku painting (paintings based on the concept that Shinto deities are manifestations of Buddhist deities) depicting the honjibutsu (the original Buddhist identity of a Shinto deity) of the Gongen (Shinto deity) of Mt. Asama.

Collection of the Tokyo National Museum

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Pray to the stone statue of Honbun built about 170 years ago. 高田虚空蔵堂に安置されている建立時の本尊様・虚空蔵菩薩。篠栗四国八十八箇所霊場が成立した約170年前、当時の人々はこの素朴な石像に拝んでいたものなんだなぁと。 #sasaguri #sasaguri88henro #buddhism #fukuoka #akasagarbha #japan #篠栗 #篠栗四国八十八箇所霊場 #高田虚空蔵堂 #虚空蔵菩薩 #石像 #福岡 #日本 #写真 (Sasaguri, Fukuoka) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoEv7UUAk7k/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1al8a0bearaib

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akasagarbha

nam mkha'i snying po - akasagarbha sutra, a dhyani bodhisattva, essence of the sky [JV]

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Get Off His Dick || Steve/Tony

birthday fic for sam whooooo

After the Chitauri Invasion, Tony had insisted on moving the entirety of the Avengers into Stark Tower. He convinced almost everyone that it was a good idea, citing the invasion as the first of many, and hypothesizing that they would need to work together to take down any threat that challenged the earth in the future. And so, Clint, Natasha, Steve, and Bruce had moved into the Tower, each getting their own floor as well as full access to the other eighty or so floors. Thor had to go back to Asgard, but promised to visit often. In total, the took up the six floors below the R&D section of the building.

A month had passed since the Invasion, and everyone seemed to have settled in nicely. Natasha seemed to find her way onto Clint’s room more often than not, and Bruce often had to call for renovations whenever he got frustrated with the complicated locks Tony had installed. And Steve? Steve had constructed his floor quietly, opting out of the flair Natasha had tried to push onto him, and not letting Tony in until he’d finished.

The day he finished was a cold day. No one was in a good mood. Fury had called Tony with some bad news. He wouldn’t tell anyone what he’d said, no matter how hard they’d tried to weasel it out of him, and it had put everyone into a funk. Everyone except Steve sat around in the kitchen, picking at whatever snack was set out by JARVIS this time around. The light flooding into the kitchen from the rain-splattered windows gave everything a harsh glare. Even Natasha’s fiery hair had faded to a dark red, revealing of everyone’s current emotional state.

Steve entered the kitchen, practically waltzing in his excitement. “I’ve finished!” he declared, sliding into a stool next to the counter and leaning on the marble. “My floor. It’s done. Would anybody like to see?” When he was met with a chorus of groans, he frowned and looked from friend to friend. No one would meet his inquisitive gaze.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, the happiness draining from his voice. “Did something happen while I was upstairs? Guys? What’s happening?”

“Tony got a call and he won’t tell us what it’s about,” Bruce grumbled from his seat at the table, morosely sipping on a cup of some strange green liquid. 

“You guys don’t need to know. Trust me, if you did, I’d tell you,” Tony said, moving over to the fridge to search for a less healthy snack.

Steve made his way over to the fridge, huddling next to his comrade to whisper to him. “Tony, is everything okay? Please, talk to me if no one else.” Tony just grumbled back a noncommittal response, pulling out a donut and chomping into it.

“Tony,” Steve started, his voice a warning. Tony glared at him, not willing to budge an inch. Steve shot a confused look over his shoulder, begging someone, anyone for help. But each other member of their team seemed incredibly interested in whatever food they were currently ingesting, and didn’t seem to want to engage.

“Tony, you need to talk to me,” Steve said as he reached out a hand, resting it on Tony’s forearm. Tony’s dark eyes darted down from the grip back to Steve’s hopeful gaze, then shook his head. It was a good thing he currently had a mouthful of donut, or the interaction could have gone a little differently. 

“Tony, please, I—” Steve began, about to switch tactics when JARVIS’s voice broke into his pleading.

“Sir, there is a visitor for you.” Tony tore away from Steve’s hand and stormed over to the elevator. Steve turned back to his friends, his hands on his hips and a frown on his lips.

“Some help you were,” he commented as the elevator door pinged open. Natasha shrugged.

“He’s been like that all day. You would’ve noticed if you’d come down for breakfast or brunch or anything. He got this call from the Director—” Natasha cut herself off as Tony reappeared with a frantic Pepper in tow.

“Tony, you really, really need to finish this today, okay? Director Fury really wants it and—”

“Screw the Director!” Tony yelled, turning away from Pepper like a small child. Pepper sucked in a deep breath, her eyes going wide.

“Now, that is not okay, Tony,” Steve said, smoothly sliding over and putting a comforting arm around Pepper’s shoulders. “You may be mad at the Director, for whatever reason I cannot fathom, but that is no reason to yell at Pepper. She’s just trying to do her job. The one you gave her, if I recall correctly.”

Tony sucked in his bottom lip, preparing to go off on a rant about his rights as the creator of Stark Industries and how this was his company and he’d do whatever the hell he’d want when a warning look in Steve’s eyes made him stop. Instead, he turned to Pepper and sighed.

“Sorry, Pepper,” he mumbled, rubbing a hand over his mouth to muffle it slightly. He did hate apologizing, after all.

“And what about the rest of us?” Steve prompted, his eyebrows arched.

“Yeah, no apology there.” Tony started to make his way back to the fridge, intent on getting another donut, when Steve stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“I demand an apology for your attitude.” Steve did his best to sound authoritative, but knew he’d failed when Tony just snorted.

“And I demand to be made President of the United States, but that’s not going to happen, either. So we’d better both just suck it up and move on with our lives.”

“That’s not how this is going to go down,” Steve retorted, tightening his grip. “Either you apologize, or you tell us why you were acting like such a… such a brat.”

“A brat? Is that really the best you can do?” Tony laughed. “You will never get an apology out of me, no matter what you try. Just forget it.”

“I will not forget it!” Steve all but yelled, his grip tightening to the point where it forced Tony to turn back to face him.

“And I will not apologize! So we’re at a stalemate, I guess. Now, leave me alone, okay?”

“Stop trying to make me leave you alone. I will not leave you alone! Tell me what’s wrong!”

“No! Dammit, Steve, I just want to rest today and not think about the shit I’m gonna have to go through! Leave me be!”

“How can I leave you be when you look so upset?”

Their argument was broken off by a disgruntled Natasha, getting up and yelling something at them in Russian. Steve instantly flushed a brilliant red and dropped his hand, taking a quick step back to the safety of Pepper’s side.

Tony looked back and forth between the two Russian-speakers, trying his best to make sense of the situation. “JARVIS?” he called, trying to meet a reluctant Steve’s eyes. “What did she just say?”

“No, don’t—” Steve tried to undo the command, but JARVIS’s protocol kicked in, demanding that he answer Tony first.

“Sir, I believe she said something along the lines of, ‘for god’s sake, get off his dick and fuck him already.’”

The room was dead silent except for a little ‘whoop’ of joy from Pepper. Steve risked a glance upward, expecting to see Tony embarrassed. Instead, he was horrified to recognize that Tony seemed to be… considering this?

“No, god no, Tony—”

“So, Steve…” Tony said, cutting him off with a sly smirk. “You free tonight?”