SAGA ABOUT THE SKY

How beautiful is the sky! The sky at any time of the year, at any hour of the day! It changes imperceptibly and is never the same, because something subtle, eluding our earthly eyes, changes its state every second. The sky changes its shades, its height, its content. What kind of adjectives we do not apply to the sky, speaking or thinking about it. It can be joyful and formidable, shining and cloudy, high and low… It carries hundreds of bipolar states. Heaven lives its own secret life, forcing everything on Earth and the Earth itself to adapt to this life. It is connected by invisible threads with every entity on Earth, forcing it to internally resonate with the tone it sets, creating an inner mood, creating it unobtrusively, but secretly - calmly and powerfully. And only having gained the wisdom and freedom of the Spirit, we can rejoice at any face of it, seeing in any of its manifestations the One Life, harmonious and beautiful, like the sky itself.

NIGHT SKY

Here it is - the night sky, twinkling with myriads of mysterious stars, blue-black velvet, making the heart stop from the power of mystical attraction, and stopping the thought in its unstoppable penetration into such depths of the Universe that the human mind is no longer able to comprehend this depth.

There are no two identical stars in the Universe, just as there are no two identical people on Earth, two identical destinies. Each of them has its own attractive power, its own magic of influence, placing the milestones of our Path, from the results, the passage of which is formed by the experience we have gained.

Every corner of the night sky is beautiful in its own way, for there are countless patterns of silver embroidery woven by stars. Each star shines with only one of its inherent light, creating a surprisingly harmonious range of rays, from reddish to silvery blue.

The satellite of the Earth - the beautiful Moon, certainly dominates the night sky, not allowing you to see the stars and constellations drowning in its reflected light. But, with light cloudiness, it creates surprisingly spectacular combinations of clouds that attract the eye and give food to the richest imagination.

The winter sky is especially rich in bright stars.

Here is the beauty of the sky - the never-setting constellation Orion, tied with a pearl belt of three stars. How many myths and traditions of all times and peoples are associated with this particular constellation. Majestically and wisely, it looks at the Earth from the depths of the Universe, giving joy and craving for the knowledge of its hidden secrets. His attraction is almost irresistible, and it is so incredibly difficult to take your eyes off him. The majestic pyramids of Egypt involuntarily rise before the inner eye, invisible, with secret threads connected with this constellation, which keeps the great Secret about the origins of the One Life.

Just below and to the left of Orion, on the flagpole of the constellation Canis Major, the brightest star in the sky, Sirius, shines like a silvery-bluish carbuncle.

Ursa Major is located next to its eternal pursuers - the constellations of Bootes and the Hounds of the Dogs. Her bucket, consisting of seven bright, silvery stars, united the seven hearts of the Sons of the One God - the seven Great Rishis, a symbol of the great giving to humanity, the giving of great Love and Knowledge, care and help. Every seeker can quench his thirst from the heavenly ladle filled with true Life.

And nearby nestled Ursa Minor, glorious for its guiding North Star. How often, and with what hope, lost in the dense world longed for the appearance of this very star, showing him the Path to salvation and gaining a new, true life.

The mysterious, never-going Cassiopeia is like a stroke of the pen of the Great Teacher on the heavenly tablets. What beautiful secret does Cassiopeia hide in herself, this queen of the sky, so gravitating towards one of the stars of the Great Rishis that even the human eye noticed this gravity?!

How many of them - beautiful, bright and not very bright, constellations and stars in the night sky! Here is the restless Sagittarius, always rushing forward, and the calmly majestic constellation of Libra, on which the Cosmic Supreme Justice measures out to each the measure of what has been acquired; the wings of the Swan gracefully spread in flight into the unknown depths of the Universe, and next to it is the refined Lyra; the mighty constellation of Leo with the star of kings - Regulus, bestowing nobility and courage, bringing the Highest Fire into the human heart, and the mysterious constellation of Pisces, attracting to the mystical depths. Scorpio, Virgo, Gemini, Andromeda with its nebula, like a muslin, the star bracelet of the Milky Way ... And the non-flickering planets scattered, according to cosmic law, in their orbits, the reflected light of which complements the light gamut of the night sky.

Our beautiful Earth sensitively absorbs the messages of the night sky, the messages of help and love, because she so needs this love, cosmic love and ours, her children.

One can talk endlessly about the night sky, because there is no more beautiful and attractive spectacle for thought and heart. Its infinity, which takes our gaze into the depths of the Universe, gives us hope for overcoming temporary defeats and transient hardships, for they pale before this immense, powerful beauty. Heaven reduces this vanity to microscopic dimensions, giving us the courage and strength to fight this vanity, and the invisible, internal struggle with ourselves, revealing to us the heavenly Beauty and calling us to the Source of the One Life.

MORNING SKY

How different it can be - dawn, but we give our first glance, voluntarily or involuntarily, to the sky.

The dawn is bright and clear, when the first ray of the Sun rising in the east is not yet visible, but we already feel it in that special tone that the eastern part of the night sky acquires. The sun dilutes the blue-black velvet of the sky, giving it a lighter shade, as if a golden brushstroke was thrown half-awake on the vault of heaven, dimming the light of the stars and creating bizarre lighting. How amazingly harmoniously earthly life is connected with the life of heaven!

And now the first ray of the rising luminary painted everything in shining, iridescent tones, driving away the morning shadows and giving all things a new impulse of life and joy. Thrown into the human heart, a sunbeam established an invisible, secret connection with it, creating that inner mood that the heart will carry within itself throughout the current day, despite transient sorrows and disappointments. How incredibly important is this intimate connection! It opens the human heart for the perception of Beauty and Love. A sensitive heart, open to these highest qualities, is able to create and bring the results of this creativity to people with joy. How creativity transforms human life, saturating it with joy, and at the same time giving an understanding of the deepest responsibility for the result of this creativity! Heaven, and only Heaven, is the true inspirer and driver of the creative heart!

And at this time, the panorama of dawn rising above the earth continues to unfold ... The stars fade in the ever-increasing sunbeams, and only the thin disk of the Moon still peeps through the bright blueness of the dawn sky. Sometimes, like a light flock of birds, a community of snow-white, small clouds will float by, casting a shadow, light as muslin, on the awakening earth. And the sunbeam is already disturbing the sleeping flowers, forcing them to open their sleepy eyes - buds and stretch their entire stem towards the light. At the same time, with a light and quivering kiss, he removed the pearly dew dress from the dormant blades of grass. And if in winter only a brave titmouse can sing the rising dawn, then in summer a whole choir of recognized singers vying with each other sings a hymn to the rising sun. Bright and clear dawn is beautiful at any time of the year! And if the blueness of the winter sky looks colder, then the rays of the rising sun fill the air with such a silvery glow that it hurts your eyes to look at this splendor of iridescent air and snow.

But the autumn dawn can have another shade ... cloudy. But the gray-eyed dawn is attractive in its own way. Swirling, at first, only in the lowlands, a gray, fluffy fog, like a blanket, covers the earth, giving it the opportunity to take a little more nap before the start of a new day, and at the same time absorbing and softening all the morning sounds. A sunbeam sinks into the bowels of this fog, and it seems that it can no longer break through this dense veil. But the rising daylight is fully aware of its power - it rises higher ... And now the first rays of the sun pierced the gray, viscous mass, and soon, there is no trace left of the fog torn to shreds. The light is life-affirming and powerfully pouring on the earth, giving us the faith that nothing transient, temporary can interfere with the steps of the One Life, and that the intimate connection between Heaven and Earth is indestructible!

NOON SKY

The sun firmly established itself in the sky. Its powerful beams fall almost vertically on the earth sweltering from the heat. Everything, with such joy tending to the sun at dawn, now seeks to hide in the blessed shade. The birds fell silent, waiting for the evening coolness. The heads of flowers in the meadow drooped a little, and only tireless hard workers - bees anxiously fly from flower to flower, setting a busy working rhythm with their buzzing.

The sky has lost its bright blueness, acquired a yellowish tint, and it seems that it is itself tired of its own unbearable heat. It looks with pleasure in the mirror of the river, trying to be nourished with life-giving moisture. And he succeeds. The first light clouds appear in the midday sky. They swim slowly, almost imperceptibly to the human eye, they swim lazily, but this seeming laziness already rustled in the crowns of trees with a light breeze, ran ripples along the smooth surface of the river, served, guided only by them, as a signal to the flowers that hastened to close their corollas. The bees, having received such confirmation of the approaching bad weather, immediately disappeared. Everyone was worried...

Beautiful, pink, like dancing flamingos, clouds appeared on the horizon. But what an armada of almost black thunderclouds they lead! This armada inevitably covers the entire sky, to the very horizon, forcing an inexplicable tension in everything that it manages to cover. Now, sharp and powerful gusts of wind are testing everyone's strength, giving everyone a chance to test themselves for stability, for the ability to withstand any bad weather.

All of a sudden everything was quiet... And suddenly a strong thunderclap shook everything around. And the lightning, the most dazzling and beautiful lightning, like a blade drawn from its scabbard, scattered the black clouds into pieces. The Heavenly Fire Fairy has begun! What a wonderful and powerful performance! The feeling that you are standing on the palm of your hand, between Heaven and Earth is amazingly real, and does not depend on your location. You are open, completely open to this most powerful flow of cleansing, higher energy. And flashes of lightning either illuminate the clouds from the inside, creating absolutely fantastic lighting, or tearing the black veil of heaven, hitting the ground. And she seems to be groaning under these powerful blows, trying to save all living things entrusted to her by the One Life. Thunderclaps absorb all other sounds. Steel streams of rain whip backhand the flesh of the earth, and it does not have time to absorb this mass of falling water, so desired in the heat. Foaming rivers, streams rush violently in one direction they know. Everyone is waiting with bated breath for the last act of this fiery extravaganza.

And then, finally, a general sigh of relief - the black cloud began to go beyond the horizon. And the life-affirming sun caressed the earth weary of struggle. But what is it that so magically draws the eye to the sky? It's a rainbow! Beautiful rainbow! A symbol of internal purification, a symbol of the hardest victory over everything superficial, transient, victory over oneself. She, like a guiding star, indicates the only true Path - the Path of the ascent of the Spirit!

How many is the sky. Being so multifaceted in summer, it is different in winter... In winter, even at noon, it retains its saturated blueness in clear weather, but in bad weather it literally presses the earth with a gray, incredibly heavy blanket, throwing down, it seems, endless armfuls of snow and changing the face of the earth according to its imagination . And the earth dutifully accepts this game, trying on one or the other snow cover. She knows that behind this gray-white curtain that has fallen over her, the blue, bottomless sky shines, which will rescue her from the snow captivity, and the sun's rays will caress and warm her chilled flesh.

A completely different autumn bad weather ... It is melancholic in its mood, and tries to convey this feeling to everything around. The cold steel of the river has merged with the steel of the sky, and the monotonous, tedious, like the squeak of a mosquito, the rain sings its sad song, rustling in the withered grass. Everything was quiet, plunging into memories, where an assessment is given to everything passed, to all victories and defeats. And the gray muslin of rain wrapped the frozen and wet earth even more tightly. And it seems that the sky has finally become thin, and there will be no end to this gray monotony.

But no. Suddenly, the rain stopped its mournful song, and a rush of wind instantly tore it to shreds and scattered the gray veil. And how things have changed! The golden-red caps of the trees instantly flared up, completely absorbing the remnants of the green. The river surface acquired a rich, blue hue, and dotted lines of flying bird flocks traced the autumn sky. And it seemed to want to throw out all the remaining heat on the earth in order to water the earth with it for long, cold months, to give it faith that everything passes, and autumn will pass, and winter will pass, and a new cycle of Life will begin again, and Heaven will always guide her in the upward spiral of this One Life.

EVENING SKY

The colors of the sky at sunset are fantastic! The sky mixes seemingly incompatible colors, obtaining such shades that only an artist can reproduce, whose heart is able to accommodate this unusual and amazing beauty. This sky can be observed for hours, and not for one second will it be the same. Here a huge disk of the day's tired sun descends below the horizon, giving the sky a golden yellow hue, but it plunges into the clouds, painting them in an unusual pinkish-red color and suggesting tomorrow's windy weather. And an absolutely fantastic picture of a sunset in late autumn, when the sun had already set, and the sky had acquired a dark, emerald-turquoise color, and against this background, as if with a prayer stretched out to the sky, naked branches of huge, black trees.

How unusual! How changeable! What forms of clouds the sky does not draw for our eyes. Here they are, light and fluffy, floating in a cheerful flock in the heavenly heights. Here they are, gloomy and frowning, a heavy armada slowly moving in the sky, giving rise to the thought of impending trials. And here they are, like a light brushstroke, creating an association with a handful of bird feathers lost during a heavy collision.

The evening sky is the last chord of the passing day! Tired, it is somehow special, calm and majestic. Its depth literally absorbs the eye, creating an extraordinary feeling of complete balance and peace. But this appeasement has nothing to do with narcissism, but on the contrary, it forces you to calmly and balancedly reassess your thoughts, views, feelings, to make the only right decision, which is so necessary for the further path.

How symbolic! While the Earth is trying to completely enslave our consciousness, Heaven strives to free it from earthly vanity, directs it to the realization of the true meaning of human life, life in harmony with the entire Universe. And how everything that happens on Earth is invisibly connected with the life of Heaven! There is nothing accidental in life! Everything is natural and determined by wise cosmic laws. And only the inability to discern this regularity forces one to complain about the emergence of another test. Everything that exists on Earth goes through its own, only inherent, stage of evolution, and Heaven teaches to correspond to this stage. Earth sets a visible, yet another lesson, and Heaven helps to fulfill it, suggesting the only right decision to a sensitive heart, this mediator between Heaven and Earth.

And the evening sky imperceptibly begins to acquire the color of the night. And if the western part of the sky still retains the reflection of the passing day, then in the eastern part the deepening blue has already been enriched with a silvery scattering of the first stars. Gradually, this blue covers the entire sky, acquiring a bluish-black hue, and now, again, the Moon has hoisted itself in a businesslike way in the sky. The Earth has taken another step into the future, a future that is determined by Heaven, the entire Code of Cosmic Laws, but at the same time, in this certainty, everything that exists on Earth is given complete freedom of choice, the choice of the Path, the result of which is either evolution or destruction. And how important it is for every heart to realize the inevitability of this choice, because the fate of the Earth, which is formed from the results of the choice of each heart, depends on its correctness!

Tomorrow a new day will rise, throwing a ray of Light and Love into every daring heart, filling it with joy and beauty, calling to the difficult Path of Ascension.

(From sketches about nature)

On a moonlit night, the cold gathers into myriads of violet grains, crumbles before us, in front of a strange light. I was at a loss: what was the main thing at that time? Lighting?
The moon itself, large, impartial, flew in the dark sky through the rare smoke of the clouds, through our presentiment. In my thoughts, the moon was the point from which the beginning is counted, it dominated all concepts, determined them, and there was some kind of reproach to me, mute, reproach in me, but such a force that I constantly did not forget such a time ...
He wanted to guess something, something unnaturally plausible, as if he wanted to see himself from the outside ...
* * *
Clearly lit, the moon raced through the smoky clouds, detailed and thin in outline. The dull white snow in the area occasionally brightened, the sky brightened, shadows from trees and huts were indicated. Strange light! Everything was visible, but barely visible. In this light, the world is several times larger than during the day, and behind the habitually distant moon one could still see a huge space, more compressed, more visible ...
I wanted to fly above the ground, silently, and almost believed in the supernatural in this night ...
When looking at the darkish snow, spots flickered in the volume of air.
* * *
The moon glows, spinning, hanging distantly, thinly and independently; the eternal sky is infinitely detailed by the depth of shades and distances, but the sky is a contrast to everything that is on earth ... What is the moon? Why are we inventing something? Is it because they are rich in their own history?
* * *
The air is thin under moonlight, the surface is snowy in a pale blue. Under a cold and piercing wind, birch branches are pressed against each other, flocks of snow are running everywhere, rushing, stopping in a whirlwind in a cloud, and now it is settling under its shadow ...
How the thin branches of a birch tremble, the wind rustles and whistles, and you are the only one here who thinks about comfort ... And a round dance of snowflakes sweeps a snowdrift: dance - a cloud, cheeks go numb, hands - and you run from the cold - you are forced to play in nature.
The wind rustles and whistles, sweeping a snowdrift with light snow ...
* * *
The moonlit sky above the tree silhouettes is a calm mix of green and blue. Unstoppably, the sky draws the gaze towards itself, leaving it there, dissolving into swirling lines...
Pale light streams, and the distance behind the sky and the horizon is bright. A flickering light, entering the forest from above, pierces it... For the first few minutes, the light keeps you dim, but then you suddenly see everything sharply - you see at night, when it's not supposed to see you...
And the forest rings under the moon with its motionless branches, the ringing is inaudible under the deep sky, rising, but betrays its thin shine of dark snow.
The forest is ringing, from the tree trunks of the shadow-plane. It's strange when the shadows are at night, it's creepy in a huge forest in the moonlight, because you are alone, you have to follow a premonition ... You are strong, for you a premonition is a game, a trap to reveal the meaning ... But strangeness remains, or as inertia whether we feel more than we know...
You look ahead of the silhouettes of trees, you step over the shadows - how light! The subtle ringing of branches, the whispering of snowy glades - is everything invented by you?
* * *
The moon shines through the bare branches of the tree, the branches stretch towards the light, in them the moonlight fades into tiny lines.
The winter sky is farther from the earth at night than at the same time in summer - all only with the moon.
* * *
Yellow, covered in bruises, the moon was slowly rising above a small cluster of gray clouds… Hard frosty wind… Blue darkness nearby. You choke on the burning touch
* * *
The area in the dim light of the moon stretches far - as far as the eye can see ... Clouds passed in succession, covering the moon with a thin wavy veil, and the whole sky was filled with something, and the area darkened, then the clouds completely hid the moon in themselves, then suddenly let it go, and it flashed a pale open smile ...
And the desert area still remained as if it should not be, as if everything was arranged for us, as if the moonlit night has some meaning, a meaning that we still cannot understand ...
* * *
The sky on a moonlit night behind the moon, in gray hair, and everything from the moon to the earth seems to be completely empty, but you can see it. Empty ... bright darkness. We are surprised by what we see, by what we can see.
* * *
On a moonlit night, you evaluate beliefs and ideas. The motionless shimmering area with lonely silent trees, the sleepy village, dark - everything seems mysterious and eternal ...
For a long, long time you look at the night, and thoughts cannot escape from some kind of foundation ...

Quiet moonlit night. Shadows on the snow. The sky is dirty blue, at the horizon it merges obscure with the snowy distance.
Moonlit night - desert night, cold; the shadows on the snow are sharp, accompanying you. The night is beautiful. Why do we feel beauty? How do we want to understand it? Are we now bringing beauty into the night with us, or, more precisely, are we taking a particle that we need?
... No, no, we are one, and something is one in nature and in us ...
* * *
Strangely, the silent moon almost does not illuminate the dark earth - only the skies around .... And on the ground, a barely noticeable pale reflection and barely noticeable shadows ...
But everything is somehow voluminous, everything is rich in secrets ...
Dogs bark loudly, frogs sing from the pond, distant voices of people are heard
* * *
In a quiet twilight time, the silhouettes of trees show us close, warm and mysteriously fabulous; and behind them a violet-blue bright sky in the distance with an orange moon
* * *
Now I knew why a moonlit night or early morning seemed beautiful, but disturbingly incomprehensible: there was no habit of them, they were always perceived as a miracle, as a revelation ...

After a tiring time of the day, a low full puna appears. For a long time, it only complements the landscape with detail: a sharply outlined orange circle, separately visible. But behind the dark silhouettes, the still dusty road, the gray warmth of the area, it begins to glow with a loose and soft orange touch to the quiet twilight...
And already the soft light is gathered into one bright bonfire, which dominates in a dirty blue environment...
* * *
In summer, at dusk, the greenery seems to be torn away from itself and frozen like that; the calm sky is pale pale all the way to the dusty roads. The lake is smooth-light, the eye scatters over its surface; the air is already twisting perceptibly into loose spots... The sky is holding the full moon, it is calm, waiting for its time, when, shimmering with a copper tint, it will express the night with the singing of nightingales...
And the night is fresh and blue with a bright horizon at the place of sunset, silhouettes of trees resorting to us in all lines at once, a wonderful silence, noisily departing from you to the farthest forest; the night is fresh with a coolness born from everywhere, which pushes you either the smell of dew and greenery from the lowlands, low and slow in movement, then the coolness is the freedom of an immense and magical sky, everything is in the blue lunar twilight, and space rushes, grasping thoughts, and you are lost: everything your theories are discolored by the touch of the night... The moon itself is far away, somewhere beyond the dark gardens, separately bright, but powerless in front of the dark village... everything is heard now. What time: you collect it into a single one, and it diverges with every noticed detail ... And the air is the rejection of everything.
* * *
Before dawn, the blue sky in the distance reveals white clouds, running greenish to the west. The horizon is a transition, purple-red, it carried the earth towards it in twilight illumination, and everything seemed to move towards the east, and our attention.
Behind us at the bottom of the sky lies the moon, full, behind the silhouettes of trees, houses. The moon at a distance from itself in a bright yellow shimmer hid the last remnants of a summer night, in the gray of greenery - the secret of sounds.
The wind is even, calm, the smell is strong, flat. The countryside, appearing in gray, holds thoughts as if in weight, and the pale lake with the reflection of dawn near the far shore constantly captures them in obscure gatherings ... We have so much immediate ...
The smell is strong, above the ground, and a cool wind is pouring, and ahead of all unfamiliar sounds ...
* * *
In summer, the moon is low over the dark earth and the dark silhouettes of trees, over the distance. And the low, slightly purple, reddish dawn is already in a hurry to change the short night ...
* * *
Moonlight spreads along the roads and plains, gardens and ravines are dark, the pale lake is carried away by inaccessibility, and as if spreading under the moon spray - you are everywhere: above the darkness of secrets, above the visible road, the bluish-silver hoarfrost of dew in the lowlands, you, elusive warm and unexpected exposure, accepting reason and extremely specific answers...
* * *
On a moonlit night the silence is wide and the sounds are random. Silence, spinning, instantly and continuously disappears into the sky.

* * *
On a moonlit night in the field from you everything is gray and silence, great ... The low distance is juicy-dark, the sky with an indefinitely low border. Everything is low, everything floats in inaudible and invisible streams of coolness. Your gaze breaks on the twilight lighting, and it seems new, new, as if quite recently there were colored lights before it, and suddenly the lights fled from the warm earth, leaving us bewildered by the momentary state of thoughts ...
* * *
A mysterious moonlit night in the village or an early sonorous morning, unexpected by the sun and warmth - all the endless discovery of every detail, where during the discovery you can imagine many aspects of your secret and the secret of the beauty of the earth
In summer, far and near until noon are filled with joyful air, warm and bluish, penetrated by the sun's rays, and free, soaring ... You are so happy with your world
* * *
And now I idolized the illumination of the moonlit night, when the area became mysteriously visible, when the illuminated blue sky is enormously cool, with rare distant stars ..., and under the moon the sky is infinitely close, pouring greenish, under the moon the earth is large, silhouette-magic, dark ...
* * *
There is some kind of solemnity in the moonlit night: the earth darkens through the gray, the smell of the lowlands envelops the hills, and the pouring pale blue color from the moon in a myriad of points silently touches the gray ...
And the earth sleeps.
* * *
At night we receive the world freshly and immediately from everywhere.
Now the light from above is pale with a greenish tint - the moon. The heart is anxious, anticipating something other than beauty... The hushed land is deserted, the shadows in the night are always unusual, the terrain that can be seen to the horizon - as if it should not be visible... The whole world is quiet, as if the only thing concerns everything.
After the night we are wiser for the day.
* * *
At night, in general, we receive the world freshly and at once from everywhere; on a moonlit night, the sky is greenish: the pale illumination of the moon is pouring
the land is deserted, the shadows are unusual, the terrain itself, visible to the horizon, as if it should not be visible
silence: the leaf does not move, the distance is heard
But my heart was worried, anticipating something other than beauty
What?

At night, the full moon on the picturesque vault - thin, indifferently passed torn dark clouds: the area either brightened, exposed by buildings, then imperceptibly and immediately darkened ...
* * *
In autumn, the sky behind the moon is a space with an infinitely distant but visible border, clearly illuminated by the moon. And here on earth it's dark and damp, here we fit the low night into our consciousness...
* * *
The moon is dazzling, it clearly illuminates the sky to a dark vault, on earth everything is seen as one, which breaks and cannot be broken by the wind. On the lake in the lunar path, fiery whirlwinds constantly scatter, deviating from the initial center.
* * *
Sometimes, after twilight in late autumn, the moon that appears does not illuminate anything for a long, long time, much later, when the area around is already quiet under the moon and united by its light, the moon itself is the main event, and we are waiting for something ...
Do we invent something of our own to the world, and then believe what we have invented?

From the book "Nature"

On a cool night in August, the distant moon shines brightly; dogs bark in the village, roosters crow long before dawn.
The night is deep: the horizon of the sky is indefinitely near or far, the sky itself is heavy, but it is easy for you in this solemn flow of time. And the distance pierces you: distant sounds are nearby; at night you are generally close to everything. The moon illuminates the deserted streets of the village, moon shadows are everywhere - strange around! Strange, solemn, great time!
It is a strange time because we are trying to realize what we have seen, that we don’t need our own knowledge about the planet Moon now: do we really want to “realize” something through feelings? That is, through knowledge obtained instantly, from scratch?
We do not enter into any contradictions, we want to realize by all means the final connection between the landscape (with our Self, of course) and the Moon. This "aesthetic" connection, which literally turns you over, nevertheless remains incomprehensibly sublime...
Light so that you can read; moonlight is slow... It's like the opposite of what happens during the day; what is the point in the fact that we constantly wake up such beauty, in the fact that we seem to be peeping? that our world has a different state? The moon, moonlight provokes our thoughts about the fabulous, magical, unnatural, and we feel good from such thoughts, because we close some voids, problems with them.
In winter, the moon illuminates deserted glades of white snow, dark houses and trees: shadows and gloomy sublime light are everywhere, emphasizing your alienation, your loneliness, your consciousness.
Moonlight naturally exposed such relationships between us and nature that other states of day and night could not "reveal". The moon hurried coldly in the sky illuminated by itself and with its light magnetically influenced the earth: we were fascinated by the moon, and the terrain seen towards the moon, and secrets everywhere; empty darkness, slow and fluid, absorbing or amplifying the sounds...
And in summer, low over the twilight and resounding night, all distant and big, the moon illuminated only open spaces, but still it was darker than in winter; however, the halo of mystery in the moonlight persisted in all seasons. The sky in summer under the moon was low, twilight, trickles of darkness apparently went up ... And in winter - the sky under the moon and behind the moon seemed so spacious that it was just right to talk about an unexpected new heavenly space ...
Excited by our own relationships, we do not notice the beauty of the sky: how long does it take for a natural transition to the perception of the surrounding miracle? After all, all this is there: a miracle, and perception, and time! And there is nothing. It's like everything is in a different direction...
The sun shone, the moon shone; the moon, as something non-airy, was perceived with more surprise than the sun, created and kept more secrets, because, to put it simply, everything consisted in the “organization” of light space: it really turned out to be unusual in moonlight.
With the deserted streets and the whole area - the space turned out to be cramped, filled with your conjectures, fantasies, filled with legends, beliefs ... What else?

From the work "On the self-sufficiency of man"

At night (spring? but there was already grass), suddenly, waking up, with a heartbeat I felt the intersection of the meanings of time: the worlds were layered, there was a loud silence, and ... the viscous solemnity of the pale moonlight burned outside the windows of the village house ...
Yes, and the hut was permeated with solemn silence, as if it was raised by an unknown sacrament.
I went out as if I had been summoned, without fear, trembling with incomprehensible inner courage and expecting some kind of evil right now - not against myself! but in spite of everything, .... expecting some wrong side of the world, which controls everything, everything, to the smallest detail.
The moon was shining! On the cold grass, on the leaves, on the walls of the hut, on the silhouettes of distant buildings and trees, the moon left the silver of silence, pouring out and becoming thinner with light. The whole close cold sky, dark green or dark blue, was visible, illuminated: brightened by the moon, even shaded by it. And the sky breathed sonorous silence, breathed the unspoken, the expected...
The big moon… looked, spoke about the non-randomness of the world, the moon showed connection, kinship, … strange kinship, rational (?). And strange light! Slow, hanging in the dark air with bright dotted lines, ... the light is pale, strong, heavy - unconscious?
And we are fast, we "leave" the influence of lunar pressure. We live in normal (daytime?) time...
The fabulous unnatural light of moonlight is a great provocation to us: after all, our mind only begins to act when there is a difference (in this case, time). There is a difference!
The moon, the moonlight, all this chorus of silence, all the organization of barely visible space, all this lunar solemnity - everything was a counterbalance to the day.
And you were rich in countless possibilities of events, and you became stronger for yourself, for the only time in which so much depended on you, and - more peaceful: your protest, your search, your difference - difference pulsated in your consciousness.

From the book "Arabesques"

Moonlight night

There is no greater contrast than people relaxing carelessly on a moonlit night and perceiving the moon only as a detail of their own rest.
... and the moon shone - open, inaccessibly distant, immensely sad, the moon looked at the earth, flooding it to the horizon with a sad light, and as if it carried some secret with it ... What?
... a low summer moonlit night noisy, sonorous, mysterious; and it seems that you are breathing through the noisy air, dark, silhouetted, you are not breathing - you are drinking ... a summer moonlit night is cool, coolness ... in the distance, the coolness is freezing ...
and the light of the moon - solemn, fading, slow, and all this time - slow, like earthly fast time, unnoticed by you, ... meeting with moonlight - slows down: this is unusual!
the moon slows down your time! therefore, running moments “accumulate” on the “edge” of time, and now you are not on the “edge” of time, but on the surface of time, opened by moonlight ... and “times” keep coming and coming!
some kind of celebration, someone's celebration around, and you cannot be direct: you are constantly "looking back" at your own past, and here it is, right there! ...times build a sad glade, ever-increasing
/ low night because the darkness is only around, and at a distance it seems to be light.! /
... a low summer night, and there, far in the sky, pale stars and rare clouds, now gray, now black, and still the same sad and rarefied light of the moon ...
And in winter the moon is already high, and the night sky is already high, high - visible! - visible from the snow-covered earth itself, visible all with the same moonlight freezing on the way, and the darkness, which must be, stretches somewhere into an unimaginable height, towards the horizon, and therefore on a winter moonlit night - brighter, on a winter moonlit night you yourself seem less /!/ for myself, so the whole winter moonlit night is more voluminous, more spacious, and the moon in the cold sky seems smaller, and its “sadness” is more inaccessible

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The earth opens with all living things - the moon, and unconsciously, subconsciously, a person turns his thoughts to himself, to self-assessment
The earth opens up to the moonlight and anxiety with us, an unexpected and incomprehensible self-esteem overtakes, and it turns out that it “requires” to somehow “treat” with time differently ... How? And what is self-esteem?
The silent witness of the moon, the witness of our thoughts and actions, the moon is a great companion on our path ...
Both the moon and the water reflection always carried with them something completely, completely new - for us. What?

From the book "Etudes on Consciousness"

288. At night, pale moonlight pours on the earth overflowing with the noise of life: I am here, in the midst of life, I realize because I have consciousness, and my self, surprising even for myself, is in my own consciousness, or even leads it … And the consciousness, which is mine, is surprising to me: all this is a gift to me!
What is beyond the "earthly limits" of awareness? Here, physiology will also “fail”, consciousness will fade away (from our point of view), and where will it be then? With a rich appreciation for life, with a non-recurring memory: where will the memory be deployed?
Is it only in the memory of loved ones?
I didn't believe
I did not believe because the infinite cannot disappear in itself!
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521. It would be necessary to write out and re-experience, “reformulate” the descriptions of the moonlit night from my writings: the moon has a strange effect on consciousness
Consciousness "discovers" itself in new conditions - with different times!
Yes, and the moonlight, as if sprayed, was in some kind of balance with your inner: it did not "prevent" ... objective self-esteem
With the sad light of the moon over the dark joy of the summer area (or, as if independent of anything, the light of a distant month over the brightening winter expanses), you were clearly aware of the presence of the Observer (!).
Physical. Indifferent.
Could it be?
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522* ...before the winter twilight, when the frosty blue evening held the huge sky, the moon was already shining: and the whole area under the huge sky was united by this incomprehensible blue-green integrity
The frozen moment seemed to catch the color of the whole picture before my eyes, but together with you!, and - held ...
I knew that where the moon is, there, at any time of the year, time lost its immediacy (?!), it (time itself) was - nearby, but not in you (!).

However, this is the peculiarity of the starry sky:
everyone who looks at him has a sweet heart ache.
B. Akunin (Jade beads)

The sky is so majestic and always attracts the eyes of people. Boundless, distant, unknown and therefore even more alluring. It can be different - bright, affectionate, cheerful, sinister, cloudy, gloomy. But it never ceases to interest people. They like to admire photos with blue blue, download with clouds, take photos with gray gloomy clouds.

But most of all mysteries for a person are fraught with the night sky. It has been admired and fascinated since ancient times. People can look at the endless starry space for hours, because there is something magical, unknown, some secret is hidden in it.

Unfortunately, in the city, due to high-rise buildings and dense vegetation, it is not always possible to admire the heavenly beauty, and there is simply no time to go somewhere. But this is not a reason to get upset and give up. Ready-made photographs of the sky at night are a great way out.

The photos collected on the site are so bright and realistic that you can easily do without studying the night masterpieces on your own. They will be a worthy replacement for those who do not have the opportunity to experience the mysteries of the fantastic evening sky live. These photos will certainly not leave anyone indifferent.

Each picture or photo is a peculiar, fascinating story, which is very difficult to break away from, and one wants to penetrate into its depths. Therefore, you can sit comfortably near the computer screen, and start viewing, studying, exploring these incredibly beautiful photographs of night celestial phenomena. You will be surprised how exciting this process is, fraught with a lot of positive emotions.

Photos depicting the night sky are associated primarily with stars. These are millions and billions of bright lights glowing in the dark abyss. Small and large, distant and close - they have formed into constellations that people are trying to consider and guess.

One look at these pictures and photographs is breathtaking, it becomes joyful and somehow warm. In front of you, as in the palm of your hand, such greatness and beauty!

The face breaks into a smile when you recognize the familiar outlines of the Big Dipper, find the Milky Way, notice the shooting star. After all, even this can be caught in a photograph if it is made with high quality, with a soul. Such magical pictures of the sky with stars must be in everyone's collection. They can be used as a desktop theme, screen saver, or just a subject for relaxation, raising your spirits.

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What else can impress night photos of the endless sky besides enjoying the stars? Of course, the mysterious appearance of the moon. Pictures and photos with her, a truly breathtaking sight. She simply attracts the eyes and beckons with her magnificence. After all, for millions of years people have been trying to conquer the moon and find out if life exists on it.

Photos with a thin month are associated with the birth of something new, excite emotions, make feelings wake up. And the photos of the full moon are simply beyond description. They are so amazing that it is impossible to find the right words for them. Admiring the unique beauty of the full moon in the photo, you involuntarily relax, recharge with energy from it and understand how wonderful this world is!

Photos of stars, sky spaces, moon photos at night are especially interesting to look at before going to bed. It is best if it is completely dark. Then the photos will reveal their charm and amazing beauty at 100%. This means that they will delight and delight in the soul.

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