Imagination Station

[melanie]

'' I am the consummate artist I draw upon my Imagination ~ Albert Einstein

[melanie]

We perceive reality as solid, or so it appears, in truth there is no place for solidity to house itself.

In Zen Buddhist texts, they say-

You cannot nail a peg into the sky.

And so, to be a man of the sky, a man of the void, is also called a man not depending on anything.
And when you're not hung on anything, you are the only thing that isn't hung on anything, which is the universe, which doesn't hang, you see. Where would it hang?
It has no place to fall on, even though it may be dropping, there will never be the crash of it landing on a concrete floor somewhere.
But the reason for that is that it won't crash below because it doesn't hang above.
And so there is a poem in Chinese which speaks of such a person as having above, not a tile to cover the head, below, not an inch of ground on which to stand.

See, space is your mind.

It's very difficult for us to see that because we think we're IN space, and look out at it.
There are various kinds of space.
There's visual space, distance, there is audible space, silence, there is temporal space, as we say, between times, there is musical space,
so-called distance between intervals, or distance between tones, rather, quite a different kind of space than temporal or visual space.
There's tangible space.
But all these spaces, you see, are the mind.
They're the dimensions of consciousness.

[Mohan.C]

And melanie is back with a bang!!!
Welcome back,
Great post,
Cool graphics...

[Mohan.C]

We perceive reality as solid, or so it appears, in truth there is no place for solidity to house itself.

In Zen Buddhist texts, they say-

You cannot nail a peg into the sky.

And so, to be a man of the sky, a man of the void, is also called a man not depending on anything.
And when you're not hung on anything, you are the only thing that isn't hung on anything, which is the universe, which doesn't hang, you see. Where would it hang?
It has no place to fall on, even though it may be dropping, there will never be the crash of it landing on a concrete floor somewhere.
But the reason for that is that it won't crash below because it doesn't hang above.
And so there is a poem in Chinese which speaks of such a person as having above, not a tile to cover the head, below, not an inch of ground on which to stand.

See, space is your mind.

It's very difficult for us to see that because we think we're IN space, and look out at it.
There are various kinds of space.
There's visual space, distance, there is audible space, silence, there is temporal space, as we say, between times, there is musical space,
so-called distance between intervals, or distance between tones, rather, quite a different kind of space than temporal or visual space.
There's tangible space.
But all these spaces, you see, are the mind.
They're the dimensions of consciousness.

The space inside my head,
Tells me to fill it,
with things real,
For when everything
Is said and done,
It will not feel,
It was an empty bottle
With a air-tight seal.

[melanie]

And melanie is back with a bang!!!
Welcome back,
Great post,
Cool graphics...

Thanks for the warm welcome back Mohan.



And I'm Loving your beautiful poems, keep them coming.

[Graybeard]

Hi Mel ...... wow, glad to see you back ......

missed you ... and so did Drift ... lol

stay cool babe ... greg

[austintorn@aol.com]

Wow, what a graphic! We could take more like that.

(Did she have something for dinner that disagreed with her?)

I heard that atoms
are of energy spun
and condensed
into solid pegs
to hang a universe on.

[Mikal]

'' I am the consummate artist I draw upon my Imagination ~ Albert Einstein

Gee Mel....she could represent the womb of the universe...notice how everything is flowing from her...I love the pic....


Mikal

[melanie]

Hi Mel ...... wow, glad to see you back ......

missed you ... and so did Drift ... lol

stay cool babe ... greg

Thanks austin, greg and mikal, it's nice to share with you.

Greg, never did 'i' enter the forum nor did 'i' leave.

Mikal, nature abhors a vacuum, SHE fills her void with her endless creations ... In this cyclic wheel of life, forever unchanged/constant.



Oh creator...Causes of all Causes
With this breath
I acknowledge your presence
You are my Beloved.

[melanie]

Master! how do i get to the other side
of the river where the master is ?
-- student
''
You ARE on the other side!
-- master
''
The senses are One