Fire Fly
Rainstorms could do little
To dim your light,
And the winds
But make your lantern
All the brighter glow.
If you should wing your flight
Up near the moon,
I am sure you would twinkle
As a star.~Li Po [701–762]
monochrome monday
Author: brenda
life’s passages … 22
sunday morning with Susan Fromberg Schaeffer
“… She was staring into the lake, watching the snow as it reached the black water and then vanished. As if the snow never existed. How nature teaches the same thing again and again, she thought. Yet it was so beautiful, the silence, the drift of the snow down from the heavens, the disappearance of each flake as it touched the surface of the lake. Surely they live on, she thought.” ~The Snow Fox, pg. 94
life’s passages … 21
Listen, listen
longing and loss.
In the struck bell’s
recurrent calling,
no moment in which to forget.
~Izumi Shikibu (J Hirsfield & M Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon)
Nikon D750 f/2/2 1/800 s 35 mm ISO 100
life’s passages … 20
Across concealed blue skies – drifting signs
Imaginary birds and dragons – aimless shifting stories
Gathering and dispersing – water droplets and star dust
In flight – clouds empty of clouds
Nikon D750 f/1.8 1/800 35mm 200 ISO
life’s passages … 19
the servant’s hair
made white by migrating…
this year too ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
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life’s passages … 18
My old body:
a drop of dew grown
heavy at the leaf tip.
~Kiba
Life’s passages … 17
life’s passages … 16
Today, today too,
somehow getting by these days, still
living in a haze.
~Issa*
*cited:
The Springtime of My Life
S Hamill
lens-artists challenge: illustrate a favorite quote or poem
i like to wash,
the dust of this world
in the droplet of dew ~Basho
droplets forming
on the morning-glories
sitting still ~ Issa
Issa and Basho’s words traveling though time, sharing a moment of their lives…two of my favorite poets I share with you through Ann-Christine’s lens-artists challenge. Enjoy.
life’s passages … 15
White mulberry cloth Sleeves parted from one another: How difficult I find it, yet, Such is the tumult of my thoughts, I forgave his leaving. ~ Anonymous (cited: Waka Poetry
life’s passages … 14
In a light spring rain
a discarded letter blows
through a bamboo grove ~Issa*
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
life’s passages … 13
Now I see her face,
the old woman, abandoned,
the moon her only companion ~Basho*
*cited: Trans. Sam Hamill, The Sound of Water
a meditative journey 
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