I see the presence of myself before my body manifested and after my body has disintegrated. Even in this moment, I see how I exist elsewhere than this body. Seventy or eighty years is not my life span. My life span, like the life span of a leaf or of a Buddha, is limitless. I have gone beyond the idea that I am a body that is separated in space and time.
Source: nirvikalpa
There is no fire like passion,
No crime like hatred,
No sorrow like separation,
No sickness like hunger,
And no joy like the joy of freedom.
(via wordslessspoken)
I would say to young people a number of things, and I have only one minute. I would say let them remember that there is a meaning beyond absurdity. Let them be sure that every little deed counts, that every word has power, and that we can do, everyone, our share to redeem the world, in spite of all absurdities, and all the frustrations, and all the disappointment. And above all, remember that the meaning of life is to build life as if it were a work of art. You’re not a machine. When you’re young, start working on this great work of art called your own existence.
Source: wordslessspoken
A world masterpiece…woman’s neck was considered the most sensual part of the body.
Lovers In An Upstairs Room, from Uta Makura (‘Poem of the Pillow’) - Kitagawa Utamaro, 1788
From the British Museum:
Written on the fan is a suggestive verse by the comic poet Yadoya no Meshimori:
Hamaguri ni
Hashi o shikka to
Hasamarete
Shigi tachikanuru
Aki no yūgureIts beak caught firmly
In the clam shell,
The snipe cannot
Fly away
Of an autumn eveningThe ‘Poem of the Pillow’ is the first of a series of de luxe printed books produced by Utamaro in partnership with the publisher Tsutaya Jūsaburō. The variety of themes - birds, shells, snow, moon and flowers - widened the range of subject-matter and styles in Ukiyo-e of the time.
Source: britishmuseum.org
