When I look up at
The wide-stretched plain of heaven,
Is the moon the same
That rose on Mount Mikasa
In the land of Kasuga? ~Abe-no Nakamaro*

Leica V-Lux 5 … f/4 1/10s 32.65mm
* Trans: Clay MacCauley, Single Songs of a Hundred Poets
When I look up at
The wide-stretched plain of heaven,
Is the moon the same
That rose on Mount Mikasa
In the land of Kasuga? ~Abe-no Nakamaro*

Leica V-Lux 5 … f/4 1/10s 32.65mm
* Trans: Clay MacCauley, Single Songs of a Hundred Poets
Every life is a point of view directed upon the universe. Strictly speaking, what one life sees no other can. Every individual, . . . is an organ, for which there can be no substitute, constructed for the apprehension of truth . . . Without the development, the perpetual change and the inexhaustible series of adventures which constitute life, the universe, or absolutely valid truth, would remain unknown . . . Reality happens to be like a landscape, possessed of an infinite number of perspectives, all equally veracious and authentic. The sole false perspective is that which claims to be the only one there is. ~José Ortega y Gasset


Fujifilm X-T4: f/5 1/2200 s 80 mm 640 ISO
Dawn

Fujifilm X-74: f/5 … 80 mm … 1/5000 s

Leica V-Lux 5: f/4 … 1/8000 s ..109.3 mm …125 ISO
O for a friend–that we might see and listen together!
O the beautiful dawn in the mountain village!–
The repeated sound of cuckoos near and far away.~The Sarashina Diary (1009-1059)*

*cited: Trans: A S Omori & K Dot, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
Leica V-Lux 5: f/4 …. 1/125 s … 146 mm … 640 ISO
‘”I anxiously waited for the dawn with uncertain hope.”‘
The temple bell roused me from dreams
And waiting for the starlit dawn
The night, alas! was long as are
One hundred autumn nights.‘ ~ The Sarashina Diary

*cited: Trans: A. S. Omori & K Dot, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan

Fujifilm X-T4 … f/5 ... 1/3500s … 80mm … 640 ISO
morning coffee
wind chimes, whispering
second awakening

morning’s sunrise

Is none but I
This autumn eve. ~ Basho*

cited: Jonathan Clements, The Moon in the Pines
life is a never-ending river…sudden moments of a stilled pond, languishing through time; riding whitewater rapids; falling waterfalls, bubbling creeks; uniting raindrops on a windowpane. Passing through life, seeking to rejoin with a vast unknown, and then again, evaporating into clouds that release into another stream of searching…searching…searching.



Are you in the waves of vast oceans?
Are you in the scent of flowers?
Are you in the spring’s early morning?
Are you in the touch of the afternoon’s sun rays?
Are you in the ever-changing clouds that tells stories of old?



Are you in the sound of melting snow?
Are you in the rustling movement of tumble weeds?
Are you in the colors of a brand new box of 72 Crayons? Or an old one?
Are you in the season of Autumn? Spring? Summer? Winter?
Are you in the wings of butterflies?



Are you in the vibrations of honey bees?
Are you in these questions?
Are you in the morning chanting sangha?
Are you in the scent of sun-warmed pine needles?
Are you in the uniting of water drops?
Are you in my searching, searching, searching?
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