contemplations of the cosmos

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Campfire

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Originally posted by mizar113


This is not camping.

This little slice of dirt, surrounded by giant trailers and caravans, with their generators humming and televisions flashing. That’s not camping! Who comes out to the ‘wilderness’ just to watch TV anyway?

Nothing about this trip has gone according to plan. The tent I borrowed from Gale can hardly be called a tent at all, ‘pop-up coffin’ might better describe it. My sleeping bag fits in there. Sort of. But nothing else. He, of course, has the huge tent we usually share, and a mattress on a stand, because heaven forbid Madge soil herself by sleeping on the ground.

Madge.

I should have realized, when Gale suggested inviting a bunch of friends along on our annual trip to the woods, that what he really meant was he wanted to bring his new girlfriend. And the red flags should have been flying when, instead of our typical backcountry camping, he suggested a drive up site. “But it’s right on the lake,” he’d insisted. “We can swim and fish, it’s going to be amazing!”

I guess his girlfriend prancing around in high-heeled sandals and a bikini about as big as a bandana, while refusing to actually go in the water (it’s not chlorinated!) is his definition of fun.

Who am I kidding, of course it’s his definition of fun. He looks at her like she hung the moon.

I’m not jealous, or at least, not in the way you might think. It’s just that Gale and I have been friends since we were kids. A brotherhood of sorts. Partners in crime like that are hard to find.

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It’s like a painter
Spreading the various colors:
Delusion grasps different forms
But the elements have no distinctions.

In the elements there’s no form,
And no form in the elements;
And yet apart from the elements
No form can be found.

In the mind is no painting,
In painting there is no mind;
Yet not apart from mind
Is any painting to be found.

That mind never stops,
Manifesting all forms,
Countless, inconceivably many,
Unknown to one another.

Just as a painter
Can’t know his own mind
Yet paints due to the mind,
So is the nature of all things.

Mind is like an artist,
Able to paint the worlds:
The five aggregates are all born thence;
There’s nothing it doesn’t make.

As is the mind, so is the Buddha;
As the Buddha, so living beings:
Know that Buddha and mind
Are in essence inexhaustible.

If people know the actions of mind
Create all the worlds,
They will see the Buddha
And understand Buddha’s true nature.

Mind does not stay in the body,
Nor body stay in mind:
Yet it’s able to perform Buddha-work
Freely, without precedent.

If people want to really know
All Buddhas of all times,
They should contemplate the nature of the cosmos:
All is but mental construction.

Avatamsaka Sutra - 451, 452

Note on the image: Artist unknown.

I needed this reminder today. Maybe you did too. Contemplating the cosmos has a way of dwarfing everyday stresses and inconsequential worries. To me, this “demotion” brought on by the study of stars provides an existential wake-up call to help re-prioritize what is truly important.

(Milky Way animation: ESO | Music: Eluvium- “Caroling” | Quote from Carl Sagan Pale Blue Dot)

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Space Witches are connected to the shifting, ever-changing cosmos, capable of traversing time and space with only a thought. (insp) @cashmeremammoth

“The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us - there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.” - Carl Sagan

vexingcosmos  asked:

contemplation and cosmos

if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

my room is tidy, my boobs don’t exist (or are at least smaller), i have actually planned my meals and breakfast is something yummy, my room is big enough to move around in, has a big window looking over looking a city, i have a cat at the end of my bed, my computer is in my own office with a cintiq and top of the art animating/editing software, i am not in financial ruin relying on my savings, i’m drawing/animating people’s ideas as well as my own and i guess i have a partner or something idk lol

what’s one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

probs apologise for them knowing me at the time that i did i was an awful kid-teenager


~late night self reflective asks 🌙~

i miss you sideways daily (Pidge)

Title: i miss you sideways daily
Summary: “I just meant—as long as I have you, Mom, and Matt around, I’ll never be lost, you know?” / Pidge character study of sorts, oneshot.
A/N: Pidge is my favorite and I’m still not sure I’ll ever do her justice but. here is an attempt.  Also inspired by some lovely art by @kidworm and @tropicoola which made me very emotional. anYWAYS.

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“Sideways because I have to beam my love in all directions, hoping it bounces off something and eventually finds you.”

            —Richard Siken

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The engineers called it a marvel, a feat. The media said a whole new frontier of exploration, an unprecedented display of human curiosity and determination.

Katie Holt stands in front of the Kerberos mission launch site, eyes the towering white shuttle, and says, simply: “Whoa.”

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x-i-a-t  asked:

Cosmos, contemplation, nightlight, reflection, shooting star?

cosmos: what’s one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

“i was wrong and was being super petty, i’m sorry”

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

i’d have love and better grades and things wouldn’t be so bad. i wouldn’t be the “problem child” anymore. i’d just be normal.

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

@beanstalknerd 10000% (aka my sf/safe friend)

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

yes i have and i still do

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

@beanstalknerd and/or @yuki-hitomi-chan

Sri Yantra


Sri yantra, also known as Sri Chakra, is called the mother of all yantras because all other yantras derive from it. In its three dimensional forms Sri Yantra is said to represent Mount Meru, the cosmic mountain at the center of the universe.

The Sri Yantra is conceived as a place of spiritual pilgrimage. It is a representation of the cosmos at the macrocosmic level and of the human body at the microcosmic level (each of the circuits correspond to a chakra of the body).

Sri Yantra is first referred to in an Indonesian inscription dating to the seventh century C.E. It may have existed in India, its country of origin, long before the time of its introduction to Indonesia.

The Sri Yantra is a configuration of nine interlocking triangles, surrounded by two circles of lotus petals with the whole encased within a gated frame, called the “earth citadel”. The nine interlocking triangles centered around the bindu (the central point of the yantra) are drawn by the superimposition of five downward pointing triangles, representing Shakti ; the female principle and four upright triangles, representing Shiva ; the male principle. The nine interlocking triangles form forty three small triangles each housing a presiding deity associated with particular aspects of existence.

Man’s spiritual journey from the stage of material existence to ultimate enlightenment is mapped on the Sri Yantra. The spiritual journey is taken as a pilgrimage in which every step is an ascent to the center, a movement beyond one’s limited existence, and every level is nearer to the goal. Such a journey is mapped in stages, and each of these stages corresponds with one of the circuits of which the Sri Yantra is composed from the outer plane to the bindu in the center.

The Sri Yantra is a tool to give a vision of the totality of existence, so that the adept may internalize its symbols for the ultimate realization of his unity with the cosmos.

The goal of contemplating the Sri Yantra is that the adept can rediscover his primordial sources. The circuits symbolically indicate the successive phases in the process of becoming. -Tantra-Kundalini.com

How can a three-pound mass of jelly that you can hold in your palm imagine angels, contemplate the meaning of infinity, and even question its own place in the cosmos? Especially awe inspiring is the fact that any single brain, including yours, is made up of atoms that were forged in the hearts of countless, far-flung stars billions of years ago. These particles drifted for eons and light-years until gravity and change brought them together here, now. These atoms now form a conglomerate- your brain- that can not only ponder the very stars that gave it birth but can also think about its own ability to think and wonder about its own ability to wonder. With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, it the greatest mystery of all.
—  V.S. Ramachandran

anonymous asked:

Cosmos & contemplation

what is one thing you wish you could say to someone that you are no longer friends with: i think about what id say to him if i had the chance all the time but nothing ever really feels right

if you could wake up one day & have everything in your life be perfect, what would it look like: well no mental illness for starters. id have a better relationship with both my friends and family, my closest friends wouldnt live so far away, id be balls deep in love with clear skin and a phat ass that i dont have to work for. also trump is dead

bladewcrk  asked:

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She sat cross-legged on the rooftop, staring over Demacia. Everything was so white, and it felt odd having grown up in Noxus. The lights took away from the darkness of the night, and Elise wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. There was a sort of festival going about below her, and she could hear the soft murmurs of the crowd. The Spider Queen lay back, staring up at the stars. There were so many people around at the moment, she’d have to wait until tomorrow before leaving. She squinted at the cosmos most in contemplation, before closing her eyes beginning to sing softly. A soft lullaby she’d heard as a child flowed from her lips. Not as if anyone would hear her with everything that was happening below.

How can a three-pound mass of jelly that you can hold in your palm imagine angels, contemplate the meaning of infinity, and even question its own place in the cosmos? Especially awe inspiring is the fact that any single brain, including yours, is made up of atoms that were forged in the hearts of countless, far-flung stars billions of years ago. These particles drifted for eons and light-years until gravity and change brought them together here, now. These atoms now form a conglomerate- your brain- that can not only ponder the very stars that gave it birth but can also think about its own ability to think and wonder about its own ability to wonder. With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, it the greatest mystery of all.
—  V.S. Ramachandran, The Tell-Tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human