The world itself dreams For Plato and many medieval philosophers, imagination was construed primarily as a mimetic act of mirroring, representing, copying. This approach was often associated with deceit and illusion, with confounding original realities with secondary substitutes. By contrast, for Kant and the romantics—including German idealists and existentialists like Sartre—imagination was hailed as a productive force in its own right, the source of all true meaning and value. Bachelard resisted both extremes. For him, imagination was at once receptive and creative—an acoustic of listening and an art of participation. The two functions, passive and active, were inseparable. The world itself dreams, he said, and we help give it voice. Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space imaginationcreativity
Music and Imagination A Book by Aaron Copland www.goodreads.com The Gifted Listener: Composer Aaron Copland on Honing Your Talent for Listening to Music musicimagination
The Gateless Gate A Book by Kōun Yamada en.wikipedia.org It doesn't look like anything to meBarriersOne striking soundA thousand different roads
It doesn't look like anything to me It is related that the bodhisattva Manjusri was once standing at the gate, and seeing him, Shakyamuni Buddha called to him, "Manju, Manju, why don't you come inside the gate?" Manjusri replied, "I don't see anything outside the gate." I don't see a wall zen
Barriers When you once attain true self-realization, these barriers disappear in an instant as though they were nothing but mirages, and you will find that from the very beginning you have always been in a world where there is neither inside nor outside. That is what "gateless" means. Therefore, all koans are impassable barriers for those who are unenlightened, but for the enlightened there is no gate at all. They can come and go quite freely.
One striking sound One day, as Kyogen was clearing the undergrowth, a pebble bounced off the tip of his broom and resounded against a bamboo tree. Hearing the sound, he suddenly experienced great enlightement. The first stanza of the poem he composed on this occasion is very famous: One striking sound, and I have forgotten all I knew.
A thousand different roads They great Way has no gate; There are a thousand different roads. If you pass through this barrier once, you will walk independently in the universe. zen