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This image captures the theme of impermanence through a vivid display of fall leaves in varying colors. It evokes a sense of transition and change, highlighting the fleeting beauty of nature's cycles.

Colors blend together during fall is a silent symphony of inevitable change, reminding us of the cyclical dance of life. As leaves transform and drift to the earth, they teach us that release is part of growth, and endings are seeds for new beginnings. In each hue that fades, there’s an acceptance, an embrace of impermanence, echoing the wisdom of the ancient wheel — that nothing stays, yet everything flows. Seasons turn, forms shift, and like autumn’s leaves, we too are called to let go, to trust the rhythm of change as an essential breath in the heartbeat of life.

#grownostr #persimmon #autumn #fall #impermanence
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I wanted to capture the essence of autumn and the beauty of transition. This flower represents that time when summer fades and autumn begins. The deep purple colors evoke a feeling of calmness and reflection, reminding us of the changes in nature and the impermanent nature of life.

Les souvenirs
#citation #Dune #FrankHerbert #impermanence #souvenir

« Les souvenirs ne sont et ne doivent être que des souvenirs. Des choses qui ne sont là que pour être caressées occasionnellement dans l’évocation de joies passées. Aucune joie ne saurait être permanente. Tout n’est qu’éphémère. « Tout aura une fin, même cela » est une règle qui s’applique à la totalité de notre univers vivant. »
— Frank Herbert, La maison des Mères, Éditions Robert Laffont, 1970, 1972, p. 282 (fichier EPUB)

While making the larger of these 2 stone compasses yesterday, a very old woman came up to me & said how meditative she found it to watch me, and thanked me for making it. Then, on the internet, an angry self-proclaimed troll told me I was an eco terrorist for doing these. 😎👌🏼 Ok, friend. Enjoy your anger. Anyway, here. Enjoy some of my mindful, harmless, love filled, impermanent ecoterrorism. The tide will have taken them by now.

To remind me of the constant cycle of things, that all things pass, that energy & life keep moving. I chose to work with 12s to represent the months in a year, an easy cycle to visualise. 12 single leaves, 12 stones, 12 triple leaves. Elder & stone. My feet. The bare earth below a favourite yew. Leaves blew away within minutes, further enforcing the reminder of impermanence.

As I hike the local trails during the transitional period between winter and spring, I notice the bleak beauty of nature. There is a sublime quality to the mess revealed before the emerging leaves can mask the natural decay and disorder left behind by the winter season. Nature is rarely picture-perfect, and I'm ready to embrace that imperfection.

space station

A leaf seems to float over a blue surface, reminiscent of the isolation of space. This image reflects on the concept of 'no self' and 'no death' from the teachings of Thich Nhat Hanh. The leaf's simple presence against the stark background invokes a feeling of peaceful acceptance of life's impermanent nature.


#Ephemeral

Yesterday a Cloud, Now a Droplet

Change is the heart of nature. This photo captures water's quiet journey from sky to leaf, a single moment of autumn's constant transformation. Each droplet tells a story of impermanence, resting on the Ginkgo leaves.

“When we overcome our assumption that phenomena are permanent, singular, and free of outer influences, our delusion erodes, and the essence of experience—pure awareness—shines through. The veneer of false assumption becomes progressively thinner until it cracks, and we directly encounter our true nature.”

Excerpt From
Gates to Buddhist Practice
Chagdud Tulku
#buddhism #impermanence #emptyness