Broadmoor, Natick, Massachusetts
When past and present blend into a single picture.
Without questions.
Reminds me on Alan Watts musings about life.
It is a dance...
You go round and round...
Like a music, also,
it is fulfilled in each moment of its course...
You do not play a sonata in order to reach the final chord...
You swim to experience the water rippling past you, and to enjoy the floating sensation when you lie on your back and look at the blue sky and the birds circling about. Every moment of it you are simply absorbed in this ripply, luminous world, looking at the patterns and the shifting net of sunlight underneath and the sand way down below - that's what swimming is about.
ALAN WATTS, Still the Mind
If I ever have to get away from it all,..., there is simply nothing better than to climb out onto a rock, and sit for hours with nothing in sight but sea and sky. Although the rhythm of the waves beats a kind of time, it is not clock or calendar time. It has no urgency. It happens to be timeless time. I know that I am listening to a rhythm which has been just the same for millions of years, and it takes me out of a world of relentlessly ticking clocks. Clocks for some reason or other always seem to be marching, and, as with armies, marching is never to anything but doom. But in the motion of waves there is no marching rhythm. It harmonizes with our very breathing. It does not count our days. Its pulse is not in the stingy spirit of measuring, of marking out how much still remains. It is the breathing of eternity, like the God Brahma of Indian mythology inhaling and exhaling, manifesting and dissolving the worlds, forever.
ALAN WATTS, The Water
