Image and six words submitted in response to Debbie’s Six Word Photo Challenge
Six word Saturday: the bold sign declares, “more art.”
art
a green chair
The east wind waits before East Gate,
While we ride horses seeking the old glen.
Men, like wild geese, keep the promise of return,
While the past, like a spring dream, leaves no trace. …~Su Shi
winter
winter has begun–
trees alive and dead
indistinguishable ~ Mitsuhashi Takajo (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)
time
time, an illusion
of fragmented memories
pursuing refuge
Who would fare better in the world of fitful time? Those who have seen the future and live only one life? Or those who have not seen the future and wait to live life? Or those who deny the future and live two lives?
~Alan Lightman, Einstein’s Dreams, pg. 68
story telling: hometown
Week 10 Storytelling: Hometown (Tell us the story of your hometown. It could be a famous landmark, something the town is known for, or even just your favorite place to relax.)
Image and music submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
mirrors
“Our mind is a painter, it paints all kinds of wonderful things, which are nothing more than the objects of our imagination. We create images to love, to crave, to be angry with, and to hate. It is our mind, our perceptions, that create these images. All perceptions are wrong perceptions. If a perception is not wrong, we call it understanding or wisdom.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh (The Other Shore)
Alas! the waving moss deceived your vision.
The clear mirror* is never tarnished:
Therefore look deep. ~ Lady Sakyo (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
*The mirror is the symbol of the soul of a Japanese woman
memories
What intensity of memory clings to your heart?
That gentle shower fell on the leaves–
Only for a moment [our hearts touched]. ~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
if only…
Last year’s
fragile, vanished snow
is falling now again–
if only seeing you
could be like this. ~Izumi Shikibu (J Hirshfield & M Aratant, The Ink Dark Moon)
inspiration: mood
murmur of voices
unheeded by today’s
regrets of yesterday
Image submitted for Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
Week 9 Inspiration: Mood (Your Artistic Inspiration this week is the mood you are feeling today. Take that mood and use it to create art.)
if my father were here…
if my father were here–
dawn colors
over green fields ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
yearning
As evening arrives, sorrow visits.
Your phantom, yearned for throughout the day
never appeared.
remembrance of her…
“For remembrance of her I wanted to write about her,”… but I stopped short with the words, “Ink seems to have frozen up, I cannot write any more.” *
How shall I gather memories of my sister?
The stream of letters is congealed.
No comfort may be found in icicles
~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
*The continuous writing of the cursive Japanese characters is often compared to a meandering river. “Ink seems to have frozen up” means that her eyes are dim with tears, and no more she can write continuously and flowingly.
a meditative journey 
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