Purple butterflies
Fly at night through my dreams.
Butterflies, tell me,
have you seen in my village
the falling flowers of the wisteria? ~Yosano Akiko*
*cited: K Rexroth and Ikuko Atsumi
tuesday morning with yosano akiko
color photograph
wednesday morning with Wang Wei
Empty mountain, no man is seen.
Only heard are echoes of men’s talk.
Reflected light enters the deep wood
And shines again on blue-green moss. ~Wang Wei*
*cited: Rafal Stepien, Jestor Daily Vol.16, No.2 (2014)
wednesday morning with Eugenia Kim
“… I realized it wasn’t the answers I was seeking all those years that mattered as much as the act of seeing itself. It was incredible, this human capacity for learning, for hope, for love, that persisted like the box of light in my cell, the waters that flowed in my dream. It was beyond my understanding. Tears came as I surrendered to this wonderment of being.”*
*cited: Eugenia Kim, The Calligrapher’s Daughter.
a solitary light
delightful, the view
from the gate in the long night…
all four directions ~Issa*
*cited: haikuguy.com
dawning of the day
a bit of orange
“Different flowers usually have separate meanings, but, as of often happens, flower-symbolism is broadly characterized by two essentially different considerations: the flower in its essence, and the flower in its shape. By it very nature it is symbolic of transitoriness, of Spring and of beauty…
“…Orange or yellow-colored flowers represent a reinforcement of the basic sun-symbolism …”*
*cited:Trans: Jack Sage: J. E. Cirlot, A Dictionary of Symbols
Image submitted in response to Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge
purple blossoms
painted lady
skyscape’s dawning
In the summer night
The evening still seems present,
But the dawn is here.
To what region of the clouds
Has the wandering moon come home? ~Kiyohara no Fukayabu
Hammad Rais’ Weekend Sky
sunday morning with Thich Nhat Hanh
To meditate means to go home to yourself. Then you know how to take care of the things that are happening inside you, and you know how to take care of the things that happen around you. ~Thich Nhat Hanh
skyscape’s twilight
When the swallows returned last year they made their nest in the embroidery room. They gathered clay from the flower-garden, and scattered dust over harp and books.
When the swallows returned this year, no one heard their twittering speech. She who had rolled up the screen for them was there no more… in the amber twilight a soft pattering rain.~Hsin Ch’i-chi*
Hammad Rais‘ Weekend Sky
*cited: Trans. Anonymous. The Jade Flute Chinese Poems in Prose. The Project Gutenberg Ebook of The Jade Flute.
sunday morning with amy tan
“…she must have seen herself recently in a mirror? But the way we see our reflections from changing angles allows us to edit out what we don’t like. The camera is a different sort of eye, one that sees a million present particles of silver on black, not the old memories of a person’s heart.”*
*cited: Amy Tan, The Hundred Secret Senses, pp. 244-245.
a meditative journey 
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