…there is waiting. A witness to the progressive spirit. It's there all the time. I know because that which is not me or I has experienced this. The experience was fleeting…but there are glimpses every now and then. The idea of putting any of this into words is missing the point entirely…but I plod on in my peripheral discovery. The creative process offers a glimpse into that which has no name…the nameless immersion…the silent return. Years ago in India, a man of such limitless Nature, encouraged me (or the witness) to "come back". At that time I interpreted his offer as a momentary thing. Now, over 30 years later, I have a profound hunch that his offer was an invitation to that which is nameless…….My studio is a temple,a waiting room…a place where I go to rekindle that invitation.
Yea, limitless nature.
Wonderful things happening in your studio, temple, waiting room. Love the Buddha with colorful Bodhisattvas. Thanks for your taking the time to blog and share with all of us.
Hooray!