It seems to me that my mind has texture, like the air I breathe has texture. With texture comes a certain solidity, something tangible, something that may be perceived or experienced, and shaped. From encounters with Reality, I'm left with impressions.
Sunday 29 November 2009
This place
This place, in the middle of this circus, in the midst of performers, colours, and sawdust. In the eye of the storm, Vajrasana.
[Photo by me of the Akshobhya statue at Vajrasana retreat centre, Suffolk, UK]
1 comment:
This photo is great! This place is calling me :-)
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