olya tra

“ between ‘reality’ on the one hand, and the point 

where the mind strikes reality, there’s a middle zone, 

a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.And—I would argue as well—all love. 

Or, perhaps more accurately, this middle zone illustrates the fundamental discrepancy of love. Viewed close: a freckled hand against a black coat, an origami frog tipped over on its side. Step away, and the illusion snaps in again: life-more-than-life, never-dying” 

water

I grow life.

Planted - not buried. Have you notice how those two processes might resemble - both happening under ground, both seem quite lonely and dark. yet one of them results into life & another one into death - metaphorical? maybe. but that is why planting is one of my favourite things, creative tasks to do. 

"all attempts today to make amends for 

the damage through environmentally 

protective measures must remain only hopeless, 

superficial patchwork, if no curing of the “Western entelechy neurosis” ensues. . . . #Healing - would mean existential experience of a deeper, self-encompassing reality."

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excellently put by #stephenharrodbuhner in

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at the boundary between boredom and anxiety,

when the challanges are just balanced with person’s capacity to act there

unbounded ocean of beauty available to dive in  - any time

“inhale and invite it in “- they tell you 

sea creatures kindly offer you 

(to keep you down with them )

under water and you open your mouth wide and inhale 

and your lungs get filled up with sweetness 

and that is when you start calling the real  thing 

that actually given you air and life 

- an "illusion” 

because it is easier then to get back up and swim coming back

for air

for truths 

daddy told me

believe nothing but love little fish .it  is the only truths there is

the only truths - there ever be.

even when you friend fish goes down you stay up on your own

you keep floating, swimming, inviting air in, inviting truths in - inviting  love in, 

lean not

lean not 

my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

Faith - is not the absence of doubt.

Faith - is the means to overcome it.

I will put sinews on you

make your flesh grow back

cover you with skin

and put breath in you

all the colours can be obtained from any one of them, by motion, or, as we say, by making Galilean transformations. 

Because Galilean transformations are symmetries of the laws of Nature, any colour is fully equivalent to any other. They all emerge as different views of the same thing, seen from different but equally valid perspectives.

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, 

as a seal upon thine arm:

for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: 

the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: 

truth will set you free

‘ а secret from the river

 that there is no such thing as time 

L'amour affronte la Mort 

lui seul, non pas la vertu, est plus fort qu'elle. 

Lui seul (pas la vertu) inspire de bonnes pensées.