Even with our eyes wide open we usually only see what our own mind’s busy monologue tells us to see. These eyes truly see. Which could also be called, ‘Just Seeing.’
Every moment we create our world by perceiving and, for lack of a better word, interpreting that perception. Seeing is believing, indeed.
It is said that a cloud never dies. The nature of a cloud is water. Which never changes. The cloud’s water may become rain and in turn a brook, a stream, an ocean. Or a glass of refreshment. But the cloud’s nature never dies.
Auspicious Occasion: Light offering at the great Stupa of Boudhanath in Kathmandu. Each of the little withered Buddha statues at the bottom of the great cupola (way up on the top pedestal) receives a candle which is then lit.
Red. Why red? That’s what this series started with. Now it is (as anything we look at, really) a mirror. What do you see? Whatever it is, it is a reflection, a projection really, of your inner luminosity filtered by…well, maybe red. Maybe another color, notion, emotion, memory, or habit. Either way, you’re it.
A good friend imagined. Glimpsed. Twelve times, a million different friends.