oh, I will be walking in the moonlight with you.
"wanna hold my hand?!"
contemplation of night scenes has a degree of silence not present during sun hours. the presence of natural darkness becomes a tone all must obey, all changes;
no part of existance goes untouched by the revolving star in the sky and its lover counterpart.
“FEW THINGS UNDER THE HEAVENS BRING MORE BENEFIT THAN THE LESSONS LEARNED FROM SILENCE AND THE ACTIONS TAKEN WITHOUT STRIVING."
in the dead of night, we hear the blackbird sing, the moon shine, and the earth quit making noise. looking up the silence makes sense, nature never hurries, yet every single thing is accomplished. sitting through cold nights for the sake of not doing will reduce the experience of photographing to contemplation. no more outside sources, only the within context matters as distraction dim and disappear. pure bliss.
“ATTAIN COMPLETE EMPTINESS, HOLD FAST TO STILLNESS. UNDERSTANDING THE ORDINARY: MIND OPENS.
MIND OPENING LEADS TO COMPASSION, COMPASSION TO NOBILITY, NOBILITY TO HEAVENLINESS, HEAVENLINESS TO TAO.
TAO ENDURES. YOUR BODY DIES. THERE IS NO DANGER.”
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“AN ANT ON THE MOVE DOES MORE THAN THE DOZING OX.”
no matter, as we know striving isn't really the goal, however, pleasant to acknowledge sleep as death, or at least temporary. few things under the heavens carry as much value as intellectual deliberation and most of the night continues without it, as if ignoring the necessity to organize, everyone and everything takes a break wh9ile other parts of it come alive. how specific can it be to our interference the evolvement of this universe?