heavy stone

Things are more like they are now than they have ever been.
- President Gerald Ford

Perched like little warriors ready to do battle with the Differences.


Some tiny little strain of lily fights to overcome the shade.


Faces inside faces of flower alive with intense colour.


There are little alien worlds where people plot to produce illusion for pleasure.


As delicate as paper and as imperfect as seventeen is a prime number.


Familiar like the colour of lucidity is shaded in rose coloured glasses and penned in by thoughts of enclosure.


He wanted to know the picture I found in the hood of a truck. I showed him the way the image makes the picture say something else entirely.


Layers of lines indicating direction distorted by the perfection of circles that float through the air.


Right in the midst of a moment explaining how to enjoy water.


Underneath the obvious indications of plastic manifestation of a tree stands a shadow of subtle insinuation.

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The Stone Mind

Hogen, a Chinese Zen teacher, lived alone in a small temple in the country. One day four traveling monks appeared and asked if they might make a fire in his yard to warm themselves.

While they were building the fire, Hogen heard them arguing about subjectivity and objectivity. He joined them and said: "There is a big stone. Do you consider it to be inside or outside your mind?"

One of the monks replied: "From the Buddhist viewpoint everything is an objectification of mind, so I would say that the stone is inside my mind."

"Your head must feel very heavy," observed Hogen, "if you are carrying around a stone like that in your mind."