I Know my Scholar’s Rocks are Spirit made real. That is obvious.

But so, too, are the pebbles on the beach. I hold them — gratefully.

The Tendai school of Buddhism believes that every single thing is imbued with Spirit — is Spirit made manifest.

Look at a painting in this light. Take in the Spirit as it, that you may be further imbued.

“God, the eternal dramatist, has cast you for some part in His drama, and hands you the role.”

So states Gilbert Murray.*

I would like to add that after handing you and everyone their roles — then goes on to play them all through us all.

Why? Not for us to understand.

* Stoic, Christian and Humanist (London: C. A. Watts & Co., 1940), p. 109.

They are initiated by Inspiration from the Spirit World, and returned as Aspiration, as Cantillation, as Jubilation.

The Inspiration is spiritual, the Aspiration real: Spirit World — this world.

Look at a painting:
Here is the Spirit World
revealed as real.

What if all Schools of Art insisted on all their students undergoing the five years’ training as did Keats to be what was then called an apothecary, an equivalent today of a general practitioner?

But today that would make them only mechanics, only treaters — not worshippers of Apollo.

But what if with their innate artistic Intention they brought Apollo back into Medicine?

The lotus posture long has puzzled me. For I find nearly everyone when examined in this position to be in a very negative state. But what of the Buddha and all those in zazen? Not to mention all the “natives” of the world.

The problem for the others seems to relate to Kidney 1, the only acupuncture point on the sole of the foot. When this is ungrounded the problem occurs — for, it seems, all except those enlightened in their own way.

What Enlightenment? “I am of Mother Earth.” Always grounded, always of Her — in every position.

(But what about when sleeping, you ask. Well, then we are re-united with Her.)

Before I paint, I await — expectantly — Spirit Guidance. As, in a sense, the canvas awaits me. I always Know the Inspiration will come, and I suppose the canvas does too.

I am to the canvas as the Spirit World is to me.

Anyone can see a sunset as beautiful. As a photographer hoping to heal to picture it is not my role. That beauty is obvious to all.

I believe I am supposed to help everyone, especially those in suffering, through my photography. (And at a deep level we all are in suffering.) Not to encourage them to see — but to See Beauty, Blessedness, Belovedness. As I do when photographing and every time I open my eyes after meditating.

The Beauty of a twist of wire hanging just-so on the wall, a crack in the pavement, a patch of rust, of peeling paint.

Every, every image just as Meant.

Every, every one an Image — an Instance.