Last few years, I have been introduced to two talented artists of Mandala drawings. Both create the most beautiful works of art – this is the first one I was introduced to and even dabbled in with jell pens only to be humbled even more by the intricacies and precision, design and colors of her work.
Here’s the most incredible series of Mandalas … I had been invited to couple of workshops to create my own Mandalas so all the more I appreciate the artistry and the mind boggling details … found myself taken aback – the magnificence of her work is such an eye opener because there’s this cosmo, a mini-universe in each work. Each piece, a micro universe in itself… astounding details and beauty … isn’t it? This series is all about gratitude. That sense of gratitude is what I hope to cultivate when I look back on each day at time of turning out the light.
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It’s not some computer graphics, generated by machine language. Each dot, each line, each spiral and circles, drawn by the artist, free-hand …reflecting and capturing her state of mind? with a glimpse at her soul … to me… it’s mind numbing.
Too cool for words… discovered this on UTUBE – I love Life on Mars by Bowie. Not on Mars, but on this Earth, everyone dear to you dies. And that’s called life.
No one clearly knows how much “time” one has; so as the cliche goes, live your life distinctively for self and others.
Distinctively does not mean with fame and fortune but with … ??? Yoga helps with that answer, I think.
BTW, recognizing only Ziggy can pull off wearing a ‘mint green’ suit (& yes, that tie) in style.
That’s it! He has a distinctive style like no other.
Now he’s hanging with Freddie up there, once again, in eternal style, no doubt.
There are hardened competitive people who see others in the same field or business with a sense of fear – Easily threatened, these people approach interactions with the “other” with a sense of rivalry. Masked as strive for excellence, everything can turn into a contest, a competition with the mindset of scarcity and insecurity. That kind of people tend to see things in the finite and tends to set a lot of limits and feel the need to control. Securing power is the primary source of security for them – the energy is that of a burn-out or maxed out, very limited and limiting.
Then, there are the more open minded people who see others with a true sense of gratitude … and sometimes, beyond friendship, with a sense of collaborative spirit – everyone is a possible collaborator. To them, if not a kindred spirit, embracing more of the differences, even, opposites in others, having a yin/yang perspective rather than a win/loss; more/less; right/wrong. With appreciation, another being is seen as a complement, a collaborator. Indeed, collaborations with others come with natural grace as one draws upon the experience to birth and harness more creative energy… It’s more about the more – motto – and so there is growth. There’s that sense of limit-less development, an evolution, with each rebirth process, becoming more complete and whole – the energy is generous and abundant.
Obviously Ziggy and Freddie did not see each other as nemesis nor rivals but rather, collaborators with mutual admiration … That mutual respect comes through while each exudes a sense of clear identity and style – each with a sense of security in knowing that there’s nothing to fear in sharing the stage; sharing the limelight … There’s sense of experimentation and just this incredible duo energy that’s more than a simple arithmetic of Bowie + (plus) Mercury but surging multiplier effect of Bowie x (times) Mercury, where the answer to such a dynamic formula presented itself as the echo of the … infinite.
At a dog park, my red Shiba meets Ziggy, a black/white dog. They got a long:) So strange … life is strange and full of meaning if you see it as such.
“Changes”
I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
And every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can’t trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace
I’m going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock ‘n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time