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"May we exist in muddy water with purity like a lotus, thus we bow to Buddha."
 

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Cotton Candy Vendor, Oakland Coliseum, Oakland, CA (7/21/10)
 


Coming empty-handed, going empty-handed -- that is human.
When you are born, where do you come from?
When you die, where do you go?
Life is like a floating cloud which appears.
Death is like a floating cloud which disappears.
The floating cloud itself originally does not exist.
Life and death, coming and going, are also like that.
But there is one thing which always remains clear.
It is pure and clear, not depending on life and death.
Then what is the one pure and clear thing?
                                                   – Zen Master Seung Sahn
 



Alameda Creek Trail, Fremont, CA (7-14-10)
 


I seem to hear your voice in the
    song of the hototogisu,
In the mountains, another day passes.
                              One Robe One Bowl
                                 The Zen Poetry of Ryōkan
                                 
Translated by John Stevens
 



San Francisco Bay, Newark, CA (7-14-10)
 


A frog too
crosses the log bridge
from the beanfield
                 – John Brandi (1943 - )
 


The best service you can do for mankind...

...is mind your own business.
                                    – John Frusciante, guitarist
                                  Red Hot Chili Peppers

 



The color purple (Newark, CA; 7-11-10)
 


Nobody is as powerful as we make them out to be.

                                                                  – Alice Walker
 



Hayward Regional Shoreline, Hayward, CA (7-8-10)
 


Doing is a quantum leap from imagining.
                                                   – Barbara Sher
 



Linda Mar Beach, Pacifica CA (June 29, 2010)
 


The boisterous sea of liberty is never without a wave.
                                                                      – Thomas Jefferson
 



Linda Mar Beach, Pacifica CA (June 29, 2010)
 


"Sometimes in the morning, when it's a good surf,
I go out there, and I don't feel like it's a bad world."
                                                                 – Kary Mullis
 


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Kokopelli:

Kokopelli, usually depicted as a humpbacked flute player, has been venerated by some Native American cultures in the Southwestern United States. Like most fertility deities, Kokopelli presides over both childbirth and agriculture. He is also a trickster god and represents the spirit of music. (Wikipedia)
 


La busqueda de la felicidad
es más importante que la necessidad de la sufrir.
                                                                   
– Once Minutos
 



AT&T Park, San Francisco, CA (6-26-10)
 


The search for happiness
is more important than the need to suffer.
                                                     – 11 minutes
 



San Francisco, CA (6-22-10)
 


Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
                             – from Auguries of Innocence
                               
William Blake



Don Edwards S.F. Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Newark, CA (6/18/10)
 


your patient water
indelibly sculpted my stone
your touch matured me
                     – Kalamu ya Salaam
 



Don Edwards S.F. Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Newark, CA (6/18/10)
 


There is a journey,
And who is for the long road
Loves not to linger.

                         
E. E. Cummings
 



Iron Horse Trail, Alamo, CA (June 17, 2010)
 


The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn.
                                                                                                     – David Russell
 



Bougainvilla adorns home on San Francisco's Portrero Hill (June 15, 2010)
 


Color has taken possession of me;
no longer do I have to chase after it.
I know that it has hold of me forever...
Color and I are one. I am a painter.
                                          – Paul Klee
 

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