Distance Recognized

As I watched the standing giant, such an immense wave, collapsing, shattering unto an infinite array of particles, of stars, of possibilities. As they all grew so distant, but remained resonant, as their stories began to arrive. Stories you may have heard, stories of seed, of warmth, of oceans and mountains, of families and connections. Never having forgotten their origins, only retelling through the ages their stories in through their actions, and in through their many varied languages and ways of being.

-Joshua Fleming

Image by: Cody Cobb

https://www.behance.net/gallery/48205613/Cascadia-I

 

Arrivals

How did we get here, where are we going? Our Beliefs are but a whisper, in a language we can not fully understand, 10,000 doors nailed shut without a key. Faith, is the one that was left open, for anyone willing to let go of their Beliefs. The Universe does not summon us through fear, or blind indifference, it simply calls us home when it is time, to enter where no exits shall exist. Death is not some question to ponder upon, some mere in-existence, a night without its morning, but one to relinquish, as life is the answer to our every departure.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Rose Richards

https://www.behance.net/gallery/34786727/What-We-Are-Made-Of-Dreams

Thou Art That Which Thou Are

“The role of the mind in the construction of reality became an issue of concern.”

-butdoesitfloat.com

We shutter at our possible pasts, our possible futures, afraid of what may still remain. An echo resonates in its chamber, our indifference, anger, guilt, regret, our doubts, our fears. These are but a few indentured qualities that sway the balance, that tilt our attention from what is occurring. Nature holds no such anchor, we are of the same pattern, only we have chosen not to be its witness. To look away, as we tear out the heart, to feel nothing in the face of everything. Though the rhythm is not lost, change the perspective of the viewing lens, allow this subject and object to align and then blur back into there frames. If we cease this endless recording, measuring and analyzing and simply begin with feeling, connecting, and letting go of that which does not define us. Holding our attention only to that which is what we are, a process of knowing by allowing it to be as it is, if only for a brief moment, a brief reminder. As the joy, the pain paint with the same colors, separation is not to be constructed as a form of solitary confinement, it is to be an instrument of its own making, we are both the hand that moves and the song that sings. If we are to have a purpose than let be to give our presence to that which gives us ours. We are not here to wait in line, we are here to dance, to be free in our movements, to be flexible in our thoughts, our bodies, our spirit, to grow and evolve, to accept not our limitations and to invite in the awe, the overwhelming truth of love residing without a name, this is not a test, this is life, the universe becoming known through human eyes.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Andreas Fischer

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The Patterns We Recognize

The patterning of the universe is always in a unique stage of development in which a seemingly differentiated state occurs. A puzzling curiosity then arises, as a subject seperates from its object. Within this epiphenomenon is our very own being, our conscious relation to the order and the chaos. Given this blessed ability to then act as an independent liaison to witness the patterning as it is in the process of expanding its creative potential.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Michael Benson, NASA

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The Day That Never Died

A spray of light is blown through the forest limbs, warming the frosted anchors that cling to the solid earth. Each a spire unto itself, each a symbol of its own existence, each a altar arising to bless what has been received. As life is the renewal of love, is the witness bearing the weight of these reflections and refractions. It is this, the great light that scatters into the darkness, to find itself resting peacefully in the morning affairs of waking, of waking to the yawning abyss of existance in a relationship between the breaths, of being and non-being.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Kimmo Savolainen

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The Departing-Arrivals Of Existance

This is the day upon every other day, what must not stay, must change, the Dao offers grace in misfortune, offers something new, while retrieving what was worn, move with this accord and find your center.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Kimmo Savolainen

https://www.behance.net/gallery/13998363/The-Land-of-Lava-and-Ice

The Anatomy Of A Wave

Grace and transcendence, such strange jewels gleam and waive, off of worn stone and page, casting stray light upon seekers. A luminous clarity awaits along segmented lines, the uninitiate wait for an exit. This state of being is it mere transition in pause, an existance in-between the notes of the piper, purgatorial custodians wiping the mirror clean, only to catch a reflection not yet rendered in the same light, of whats to come, of what were told is to be. A golden bath of translucent effulgence awaits to cleanse the earthen stones, to raise vibrations, to hear the chorus of angels wings, the Great Migration through the Void. Though to have and to hold this septor, this spine, toned and defined, swaying to the rhythms of these mortal progressions. As the symphony of Mountain and Ocean, of Love and Loss, of Joy and Sadness, pulses within and without us all. Is this High and Low, the signal we have been waiting for, the vibration of divinity coursing through these mortal veins, to animate the world. As the story of creation walks out from the lighted room, to carry forth the flame into the cave, to light up the walls and paint the signatures of our arrivals, of our depatures. As the experience of the Universe is becoming, becoming more Human.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Márton Király

https://www.behance.net/gallery/10679255/Y2

The Middle Way

White Rose I

The surge ignites conscious revelations, brings forth all of creation. Existance is reciprocal, our relationship is between the sounds of silence and the echoes of being. We exist and grow only be relation to what is other, all things acting upon the whole. This is the sacred process of life renewing itself, life sustaining life by its own sacrifice. In the end is a beginning, in the beginning is an end, existance is where all things meet in the middle.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: David Bookbinder

https://www.behance.net/gallery/864331/Fifty-Two-Flower-Mandalas

An Ocean Between The Waves

We only see evil in the face of beauty, only madness and chaos in the serenity, yet love shines all around these silhouettes of fear. If we did not ripple the pond, we would only see the reflection of our original self. Existence is in the relationship between the waves, yet who throughs the stone.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Nina Lindfors

https://www.behance.net/gallery/26780619/Be-still

Adventures In A Glass Of Water

We try and catch the talisman, swinging and swaying, the smoke pours out our eyes. The depth of knowing what cannot be known, the seat of desire, resting comfortably as we try and tell it otherwise. Transcendent irridenscene trails the attempts of controlling the chaos, what is left alone will control itself. We are both the sacred and the profane, the instrument and the one that blows its incantations, the seas that sing the echos from an ocean and the shore of an island meditating on the existance of things.

– Josh Fleming

Images by: Luka Klikovac

https://www.behance.net/gallery/3512159/Demersal