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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

People with More Patience Than I...

...can make intricate miniature masterpieces out of pencils.

To see more of these amazing little sculptures by Dalton Ghetti, click here.

Via: CraftGossip.com

11 comments:

sukipoet said...: someone sent me an email with these pictured in it. amazing.; August 24, 2010 11:03 AM
Karen L R said...: CRAZY! and wondrous, too.; August 24, 2010 3:12 PM
Leau said...: and much younger eyes than mine! love these...thanks for sharing!; August 24, 2010 8:22 PM
maggie's garden said...: These are amazing! This artist not only had patience, but also a steady hand, super eyesight, and heaps of creativity. Such talent. Thanks for sharing.; August 24, 2010 10:42 PM
Teri said...: I was sent these in an email also. There were so many incredible ones that I just couldn't stand to delete it. Maybe in a month or so but just not right now. Too much creativity to trash.; August 25, 2010 12:36 AM
Marilyn said...: These are wonderful, I would never have thought that pencil stubs could be turned into art.; August 25, 2010 3:11 AM
Mel said...: I spent more time than I had to spare looking at all the photos of this art. Incredible. I can't fathom the patience, but loved the comment about letting go of worrying about them breaking and instead focusing on how far he could take them, and having less break after all. I bookmarked the page to revisit, because I am mesmerized by them. Thanks for the link.; August 25, 2010 1:32 PM
Oliag said...: I certainly do not have the patience...or the eyesight...or the talent for this...but it is amazing to look at!; August 25, 2010 5:04 PM
margie said...: what is in someone's mind: i know i will stick little hearts into pencils???? i am so not creative.; August 26, 2010 8:39 AM
ELK said...: people never cease to amaze me!!; August 28, 2010 10:50 PM
SE'LAH... said...: sooooo cool!; August 29, 2010 6:04 PM

Meditation on Affliction

Assailed by afflictions, we discover dharma and find the way to liberation. Thank you, evil forces!

When sorrows invade the mind, we discover dharma and find lasting happiness. Thank you, sorrows!

Through harm caused by spirits we discover dharma and find fearlessness. Thank you, ghosts and demons!

Through people's hate we discover dharma and find benefits and happiness. Thank you, those who hate us!

Through cruel adversity, we discover dharma and find the unchanging way. Thank you, adversity!

Through being impelled to by others, we discover dharma and find the essential meaning. Thank you, all who drive us on!

We dedicate our merit to you all, to repay your kindness.

— Gyalwa Longchenpa

Who Says Words With My Mouth?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

— Rumi

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

People with More Patience Than I...

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