“Horses in a Field” | Anthony Satori
“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring — these are some of the rewards of the simple life.”
— John Burroughs
“The Tortoise and the Hare, Revisited” | Anthony Satori
“Truly to sing, that is a different breath.”
— Rilke
The breath used in singing does indeed seem to be a different breath, by its very nature. It shares its essence, it seems to me, with yoga breathing (pranayama), embodying the same kind of mind-body connection that this spiritual practice aspires to attain. It is the breath of life, of love, and of connection. It is a breath that holds a deeper creative resonance, as referred to in the ancient scriptures and mystic texts. It is a breath that comes not just from the body, but from the heart, from the soul, and from the spirit.
“Sweet Panda” | Anthony Satori
“It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop.”
— Confucius
“Blissful” | Anthony Satori
“So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.”
— Marilyn Monroe
“Meerkat Dreaming” | Anthony Satori
“For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.”
— William Blake
“Peaceful Afternoon” | Anthony Satori
“The more one meditates upon good thoughts, the better will be one’s world and the world at large.”
— Confucius
“Cormorant” | Anthony Satori
“I want you to be everything that’s you, deep at the center of your being.”
— Confucius
“Lifeguard Towers” | Anthony Satori
“I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.”
— Lao Tzu
“The Trumpet Man” | Anthony Satori
“The art of art, the glory of expression, and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.”
— Walt Whitman
A man walked out onto the beach, unpacked his things, and began to play his trumpet. The sweet, muted tones of his soulful melodies sang out for anyone who would listen. The place he sat was the same concrete bench that had been there before. Around him was the same sand, the same lamp post, the same air. But now, in this space where there had been no music, there was now music. Now, all the rollerbladers and the volleyball players, the sunbathers and the beachgoers, they all had a soundtrack playing around them. This is the art of art. This is the glory of expression. This is simplicity.
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