The Last Pilgrimage

Raudiel Sanudo

Life As Art

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Banksy – Consumer Christ – Jesus with Shopping Bags

“Chasing after words, pursuing phrases, when will you ever be done?
You run yourself ragged amassing knowledge, becoming widely informed
Self-nature is empty and illuminating, so let things take care of themselves
There’s nothing else I have to pass on.

Clinging, craving and the like
I don’t have them on my mind
That’s why nowadays I can say
“The whole world is truly mine!””

— Zen Master Bankei

Nowhere Man

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Am I the only one out here

Sound off already

(Excuse me ladies my artistic license)

Like you got a pair

Are you listening

Put up or go home

Only the living

Can DIE

Who is

ALIVE

Out there

Let us

embrace our

Deaths

With Joy

If we

Have lived

Beyond

Ourselves

If you tremble at

The face of Death

Run within

Simply

We were born

To learn to DIE

We fear Death so

Do you

Deep deep down

Where the shadows roam

Have I conquered Death

I am ALIVE

Spinning nowhere

In  nothing

What makes you

So sure you

are ALIVE

A House Divided

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for too long

the back door ajar

there was such a draft

escape always an option

no more hedging

all or nothing

i am whole

standing

here

Inspired by one of the greatest speeches
by Abraham Lincoln. Image – Penabranca

Sun Flowers

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daisies
blooming
drinking
yellow
sun

Image – Daisy Sun – Omega – Quantum Underground – CC License

On Death and Life

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On Death from The Prophet

by Khalil Gibran

Then  Almitra spoke, saying, “We would ask now of Death.”

And he said:

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

As I embrace the Light above and below in my life, something interesting is happening. I am finding a hunger for life like I have never felt it before, not a desire to leave, dominate or avoid it, but to embrace and celebrate it. What can a person do when Death smiles at them but smile back, what is there to fear? I do not have dreams of heaven, but instead I embrace my dissolution into something I could not begin to explain. I can’t wait for the next scene now and I find joy in the moment with fears and desires fading. The past has birthed this moment to have another chance to connect with my source.

So many different names and opinions about the source of life. That is why it must be found in silence beyond words, feelings and what you think. I’m ravenous, not to experience life, but to share the love I feel within that silence with all. I invite you to tune in, step up and out with me. Get messy. I have no idea where this train is going and I could care less, the view is to die for. Well, I might have some idea. There is this amazing other soundtrack to life I’m finding, always on. What is Death, but the ultimate celebration of life! From Gibran’s Sand and Foam:

The first thought of God was an angel.
The first word of God was a man.

You were given the gift of speech, but wait before you speak, consider your words and their power, because when you’re silent the words and visions that come are usually for you. 

Image – Mystical Vision of Death – Alex Grey

Transcendent Art of Android Jones

From Android Jones. I had to share some of these images. I am lost in them.