She stood at the door
and said
‘I’m not living, I’m just waiting to die’
She watched as the rain fell
Onto bare ground
And flowers grew abundant
And the sun made them glisten
The longer days came and went
The flowers died
The trees cried leaves
While still she stayed and watched
Then the snow came
And cleansed the earth
Spring returned triumphant
And the flowers grew again
And then she understood.
buddhism
Look Forward
Buddha remains calm
watching the autumn leaves fall
He knows spring will come
The Singing Edge
Taken as part of the Photo 101 challenge – today’s theme ‘Edge’
These are images of my lovely Tibetan Singing Bowl. It’s one of my favourite things and I use it often. I believe it to be quite old, and the edges have been worn smooth by repeated use. Singing bowls are used widely, particularly as part of Buddhist practice, as a meditation tool, and it is said that each is individual and should be chosen to compliment your own inner harmonics (or does it choose you?). Rubbing the mallet in a circular motion around the edge, will normally produce at least two different notes. Mine has a sweet high topnote, and a fairly deep base. I did try to take a recording of it for you, but it really didn’t do it justice, so in case you haven’t come across them before, I’ve added a video below to give you an idea.
And a video on how to play:
Rebooting 