Sunday Morning in Central Park
Do you believe what you see?
Imagine yourself sitting on the green grass.
What do you see?
Is it a reflection you see?
Is it a shadow you see?
Do you see the lake?
Do you see the sky?
What is real?
Where are you?
What do you see in your heart?
I want to know what you see.
From Zen perspective, every moment contains birth and death.
There is nothing to be afraid of because I’m already dead. Who I think I am now is already in the past at this moment. It was such a relief to realize the simple truth. I just need to keep on reminding myself of the truth.
De la Vega Sightings. I’ve encountered those images numerous times in my neighborhood past 15 years and I have never seen the artist in action. I once entered an icecream store and found its counter covered with De La Vega images. It makes me happy to find those images in chalk on my way to somewhere mandane. It’s a reminder and the inherent impermanence of the message is zen worthy.
Do not believe what you see. From Zen point of view, it’s all about your perception.
Just an ordinary cityscape…caged and trapped in New York City. (Some buildings in D.C.)