There seem to two kinds of searchers:
those who seek to make their ego something other than it is,
i.e. holy, happy, unselfish (as though you could make a fish unfish),
and those who understand that all such attempts are just gesticulation and play-acting, that there is only one thing that can be done,
which is to disidentify themselves with the ego, by realizing its unreality, and by becoming aware of their eternal identity with pure being.

Fingers Pointing Toward the Moon
by Wei Wu Wei

The View from the Center of the Universe;

We are central to the universe. This belief has been the foundation of all centering cosmologies in the past, but today it is no longer merely an assumption. Now we have evidence. During the centuries between Newton and the current cosmological revolution, however, people could find no such evidence and abandoned centrality as wishful thinking. Instead, they embraced the notion that humans are insignificant, isolated beings in a vast, mostly empty space, and made the best of it by finding a kind of nobility in self-deprecation. This has led to the cultural result that the phrase “I’m human” now means basically “I make mistakes,” “I have my limits,” “Don’t expect too much of me.” Admitting our own imperfections and apologizing for our mistakes is a worthy purpose for invoking this phrase, but thinking of being human essentially as a limitation is a self-fulfilling prophecy and denies us our cosmic potential.

by Joel R. Primack and Nancy Ellen Abrams

A little darker look than previous. It reminds me of some neighborhoods I hung out in many years ago. I enjoyed working with the pallete knives on this one.

The things that are hidden are just beyond the veil.

“I am a hole in a flute that Christ’s breath moves through. Listen to this music”

Hafiz….a fourteenth century Persian poet and Sufi master.

It is necessary to understand that I Am,

In order that I may know that I Am Not,

So that, at last, I may realize that,

I Am Not, therefore I Am.

“Ask the Awakened”

by Wei Wu Wei

Revised:

It is our earth, not yours or mine or his.

We are meant to live on it, helping each other,

not destroying each other.

J. Krishnamurti

This little piece was from a photo I took last Summer at Dana Point, California. It has a nice zen like look.

Actually, a rework of an older one. Used more oils and some more texture.