
art
what’s beyond
I don’t know
what’s beyond the mountain
where the late sunlight streams
but already I’ve sent
my mind on ahead
~Saigyo (Trans: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)

enduring trace
Like the comfortless plover of the beach
In the sand printing characters soon to be washed away.
Unable to leave a more enduring trace in this fleeting world.
~The Sarashina Diary, AD 1009-1059 (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

The enduring qualities of art…speaking through time’s boundaries…resonating with the soul’s deep and private moments.
entrusted with wishes
I remember the days
When dandelions
Entrusted with wishes
Danced above summer fields

not yet
Tree
Within a tree
another tree that is not yet,
and now the upper branches shift in the wind.
Within the blue sky
another blue sky that is not yet,
and now the horizon is rent by a bird in flight.
Within a body
another body that is not yet,
and now the shrine gathers blood.
Within a road
another road that is not yet,
and now that space is shaken by my destination.
–Kora Rumiko
the untruth…the greatest truth

“…the power of attraction exerted by totalitarian thinking, whether of the left or of the right, does not belong to the past…
When a writer strives to present reality most faithfully he becomes convinced that the untruth is at times the greatest truth. The world is so rich and so complex that the more one tries not to omit any part of the truth, the more one uncovers wonders that elude the pen.
…
Eyes that have seen should not be shut; hands that have touched should not forget when they take up the pen.”
~Czeslaw, Milosz: The Captive Mind
summer wishes
Going deep,
I enter the pathway
of the god –
where transcendent, above all
in the wind of the pines.
~Saigyo (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

passing through
No grieving!
Our waking world, too,
is a spring dream.
~Oka Kosetsu (S Carter, Haiku Before Haiku)

blossoms….
Overwhelming
my memory –
blossoms at dusk
~Shokaku (S Carter, Haiku Before Haiku)

idle thoughts
Color of the flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts
My life passes vainly by,
As I watch the long rains fall.
~Ono no Komachi

thursday’s special: vernal
just being alive
I
and the poppy
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

“We humans have talented artist, but how can our paintings compare to your masterpiece of the four seasons? How could we ever paint such a compelling dawn or create a more radiant dust? We have great composers, but how can our music compare to your celestial harmony with the Sun and planets-or to the sound of the rising tide? We have great heroes and heroines who have endured wars, hardship, and dangerous voyages, but how can their bravery compare to your great forbearance and patience…” ~Thich Nhat Hanh, Love Letter to the Earth
submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge.
52 weeks photo challenge: week 33 – rain
spring rain-
all things on earth
becoming beautiful
~Chiyojo (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

spring rain…finally
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