one= the overcomer of ignorance

A river has a constant ebb and flow of movement. It seems to trick us into believing that it is always there as we watch and yet at every moment it is new, giving rise to a great source of exploration and of discovery; a source of knowledge as it speaks.
The river fires my imagination as I follow it, walk in it, look under stones and drift my fingers within it. It gives me a strong sense of freedom.
From rain to the river, to the sea and back to rain.
When it rains I hear melodic drum beats and witness rebirth as the river forms once again from the source. Does everything always return, like leaves on the trees after winter?
It feels as if there are a thousand eyes looking out from the soul of the earth, existing only in the present and with a thousand different voices repeating the same mantra, 'one.' It is of water, of creature, of earth.
The source it seems is the beginning and the end, playing with time, the old becoming the new, the new disappearing into the old and yet only existing in the present.

top image made in Cuckmere Haven, UK
bottom image made in Check Republic

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"He was animal, carcass, stone, wood, water, each time he reawakened. The sun or moon shone, he was again self, swung into the life cycle, felt thirst, conquered thirst, felt new thirst." taken from 'Siddhartha' by Hermann Hesse.

images made in Kota Kinabalu and Perhentian Islands.

One

Your soul is the whole world.

Image made in Kota Kinabalu; Sabah

Nicola's 152-8-5 song

Slow down you move to fast, you've got to make the movement last
just hanging around in shoulderstand
looking for fun and feeling Yogi

feeling Yogi

Hello Swami Ji, what cha knowing, i've come to watch your flowers growing
aint ya got a mantra for me
do-ti-do do feeling Yogi

feeling Yogi

I've got no past to do, no future to keep
i'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
let the asna time drop all its petals on me
life i love you all is Yogi

for my Guru

Om tryambakam yajamahe sugandhim pustivardhanam
urvarukamiva bandhananmrtyormuksiya ma mrtat
Om sarvesam swastirbavatu sarvesam santirbhavatu
sarve bhavantu sukhinah sarve santu niramayah
sarve bhadrani pasyantu ma kaschid-duhkhabhag-bhavet
asato ma sad-gamaya
tamaso ma jyotirgamaya
mrtyorma amrtam gamaya
Om purnamadah purnamidam purnat purnamudachyate
purnasya purnamadaya purnamevavasisyate

Om Shanti shanti shanti

Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Cages.

The body is considered illusionary; something that comes and goes. The body can be considered a temporary abode, a vehicle for our true selves. So what then is our true nature? It is the light that shines within us, it is difficult to contemplate that our bodies, our toes our fingers are not really us, and until we come to this realization we remain in a cage. Our ego traps us like a little bird waiting to be set free. When we use the term 'Namaste,' or 'Om Namah Sivaya,' there is a much deeper meaning than just a greeting. We bow the head and form the prayer position with our hands in front of our heart centre, bowing the head signifying humility, 'I am humble' the hands are like a lotus bud opening; a sign of balanced energy. We are saluting each other, or more so recognizing the divine in each and every being. You are all auspicious beings and I salute each and every one of you.
Unity of all beings is essential to free us from our cages, balance the world, balance each being. The planet is small, we have to live together, the time has come for only unity to exist.
Om Namah Sivaya
Om Shanti
Peace to all.

Bliss Absolute.

As a flute of incense smoke rises, it creates a veil on what lies beyond. Where do the origins of this mystic, sweet smelling, wafting and magical veil lie. In the hearts of a man sitting behind a wheel waiting for a fare, in the hearts of a man waiting for the rubbish van to come and collect disregarded bits of card, plastic and glass, in the whispers of this land, where the rain gently falls, cleansing, nourishing, carrying the souls of generations to the tinker of wind chimes.
Gently it floats up and up, in no rush, no need to hurry, like a deep meditative dance, twisting in rhymes, unchanged by the world in which it now belongs, unaffected by what lies beyond, it is deep within itself, with its true nature, bliss absolute.

Images made in Tawain.