I am discovering that the essence of the feeling of laziness is a warm loving kindness. No pushing, no agenda, but also no sloth couch potato either. And even though there is no direction, no movement, no drive the love is intimate and desires the simplicity of beauty.
Words can be beautiful. I hope so. And photos can capture the fleeting moment of the ordinary turned beautiful. Walking with a camera invites a deep seeing. The moment is frozen in the focus and the click of the shutter. Shadows, dense spaces, negative spaces, color, lines, blurred edges and especially light capture me. I move into position and all is narrowed down into focus.
Indra's Web comes to mind. According to Wikipedia:
Far away in the heavenly abode of the great god Indra, there is a wonderful net which has been hung by some cunning artificer in such a manner that it stretches out infinitely in all directions. In accordance with the extravagant tastes of deities, the artificer has hung a single glittering jewel in each "eye" of the net, and since the net itself is infinite in dimension, the jewels are infinite in number. There hang the jewels, glittering "like" stars in the first magnitude, a wonderful sight to behold. If we now arbitrarily select one of these jewels for inspection and look closely at it, we will discover that in its polished surface there are reflected all the other jewels in the net, infinite in number. Not only that, but each of the jewels reflected in this one jewel is also reflecting all the other jewels, so that there is an infinite reflecting process occurring.
Does Indra's net catch the special words, the ones that pop out of silence and shiver in beauty? And what about the words that are duds! Do they get caught in this mysterious web too? They come out or rather leach out of the silence. They just don't sparkle like jewels.
Perhaps the shiver of beauty, the essence of the word, is in the sparkle of the infinitely reflecting jewels hanging in the infinite eyes of Indra's Net.
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