"Out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing, there is a Field. I'll meet you there."

vineri, 7 decembrie 2012

Non torneremo piu

Tell me, are they gone?!

La la la la la... hei, I'm watching you!

Leave me alone lady

Smells like winter

duminică, 2 decembrie 2012

Close the language door

These branching moments

vineri, 16 noiembrie 2012

Thank you...

Almost there

miercuri, 7 noiembrie 2012

marți, 6 noiembrie 2012

The Body is Too Slow for Me

My soul is racing ahead of me.
It says, The body is too slow for me -
I am going.

I appear as a steady mountain
Yet bit by bit,
Toward that tiny opening
I am going. (Rumi)

"Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning"

Plimbari prin Caraiman

luni, 5 noiembrie 2012

Morning meditation

What are you hiding there? Oh...

Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.

duminică, 4 noiembrie 2012

Starry starry night...

Fluffy blankets for the little mountains

Follow the blue cross

Someone's paradise

duminică, 28 octombrie 2012

Un nou blog, de Handmade

Adresa de blog: http://ancapopa-handmade.blogspot.ro
Iar pagina de Facebook este: Anca-Handmade

Daca va place ceva de pe blog puteti comanda la adresa de e-mail: ancapopahandmade@gmail.com, dupa instructiunile din stanga sus.

marți, 2 octombrie 2012


miercuri, 26 septembrie 2012

Dream a little dream

" The rooms are all on fire"

Some little guy

marți, 11 septembrie 2012

And they never made a sound

luni, 3 septembrie 2012

Magister Ludi...

“Should we be mindful of dreams?" Joseph asked. "Can we interpret them?"
The Master looked into his eyes and said tersely:
 "We should be mindful of everything, for we can interpret everything.”


"Oh, if only it were possible to find understanding,” Joseph exclaimed.
“If only there were a dogma to believe in. Everything is contradictory, everything tangential; there are no certainties anywhere. Everything can be interpreted one way and then again interpreted in the opposite sense. The whole of world history can be explained as development and progress and can also be seen as nothing but decadence and meaninglessness. Isn’t there any truth? Is there no real and valid doctrine?”

The master had never heard him speak so fervently. He walked on in silence for a little, then said:
“There is truth, my boy. But the doctrine you desire, absolute, perfect dogma that alone provides wisdom, does not exist. Nor should you long for a perfect doctrine, my friend. Rather, you should long for the perfection of yourself. The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught. Be prepared for conflicts, Joseph Knecht - I can see that they already have begun.”

 ― Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game

vineri, 31 august 2012

Moth fashion

joi, 30 august 2012

Delicii marunte si-un semn

"Ea devenise încetul cu încetul cuvânt,
fuioare de suflet de vânt,
delfin în ghearele sprâncenelor mele,
piatră stârnind în apă inele,
stea înlăuntrul genunchiului meu,
cer înlăuntrul umărului meu,
 eu înlăuntrul eului meu."

 ~ Semn 12. Nichita Stănescu ~