ripples on water
mingling with ships and masts
an ever-changing canvas
A reflection of the harbor along Toronto’s waterfront
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ripples on water
mingling with ships and masts
an ever-changing canvas
A reflection of the harbor along Toronto’s waterfront
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During a weekend drive on the back roads of eastern Wyoming, we found ourselves invited to wander about this abandoned home and ponder what dreams once filled these rooms.
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My happiness
I find
In filling my emptiness.
My emptiness
I create
In seeking happiness.
~Gopal Honnalgere*
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cited:
fire in the sea
An Anthology of Poetry and Art
Sue Cowing
…and may we in that moment of “external” silence also hear a peaceful quiet within
For cicada
the branches of a single tree
are a forest grove.
~Socho*
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*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Steven Carter
…from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.*
*cited:
In Search of Lost Time
Vol I
Swann’s Way
pp 59-60
Marcel Proust
Trans: C.K. Scott Moncrieff
OLD FORM
Did Chuang Chou dream
he was a butterfly,
Or the butterfly
that it was Chuang Chou?
In one body’s
metamorphoses,
All is present,
infinite virtue!
You surely know
Fairlyland’s oceans
Were made again
a limpid brooklet,
Down at Green Gate
the melon gardener
Once used to be
Marquis of Tung-ling?
Wealth and honour
were always like this:
You strive and strive,
but what do you seek?
~Li Po*
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submitted for this week’s photo challenge: Work of Art.
cited:
*Li Po and Tu Fu
Trans:Arthur Cooper
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