Shoshin-Zazen

I was digging out photos for use for my South East Asian studies project when I came across these nostalgic (maybe weird) photos from Laos. I had a good laugh. Enjoy.

Let’s start with some long lost sibling love…

…and there was a baby of unknown origin…

who was blessed by the Boddhisatva who travelled from ubin to Buddha Park in Vientiane…

and everybody was happy…

…but not these two guardians of the House of the Dragon…

…which was necessary for protection against the wicked .. STICKMAN…

…apparently its evil got onto someone…

…and infected two others…

To be continued.

The master of all masters. The greatest of the greatest. Magical fire dancing in the sky. We stared and stared.

“Finland, so this is what they call the Northern Lights,” I thought to myself.

Perhaps reading my thoughts, she muttered “They have a name for this work of nature? No words can describe such beauty…”, amongst the blistering minus five degree cold.

“Yet, beauty results only from the mind. No mind, no beauty”, I replied quickly, without taking my eyes off the sky.

I knew she was irritated by my utter sense of blandness. She stared at me.

“The mind concieves beauty, its ephemeral like this Aurora. Yet what is greater than mere beauty?” I asked her, together with a glance of her beautiful eyes.

She took my hand and placed it on my chest.

“The goodness of one’s heart,” she whispered.

I smiled. The night suddenly felt warmer.