even in the spring mists
the sounds of water
trailing through the rocks ~ Sokan*

*Hardy, Jackie. Haiku Poetry Ancient & Modern. Tuttle Publishing 2002
even in the spring mists
the sounds of water
trailing through the rocks ~ Sokan*

*Hardy, Jackie. Haiku Poetry Ancient & Modern. Tuttle Publishing 2002
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



trails of clouds
layered memories
a time forever gone
stands between us
dewdrops of autumn



reeds–
a flitting firefly
catches his breath ~Issa (haikuguy.com)

The sun rose while I slept. I had not yet risen
When I heard an early oriole above the roof of my house.
Suddenly it was like the Royal Park at dawn,
With birds calling from the branches of the ten-thousand-year trees.
I thought of my time as a Court Official
When I was meticulous with my pencil in the Audience Hall.
At the height of Spring, in occasional moments of leisure,
I would look at the grass and growing things,
And at dawn and at dusk I would hear this sound.

Where do I hear it now?
In the lonely solitude of the City of Hsün Yang.
The bird’s song is certainly the same,
The change is in the emotions of the man.
If I could only stop thinking that I am at the ends of the earth,
I wonder, would it be so different from the Palace after all? ~Po Chü-I *
*cited: Trans: F Ayscough & A Lowell, Project Gutenberg eBook of Fir-Flower Tablets: Po Chü-I, “Hearing the Early Oriole” (written in exile).

moving clouds–
step by step, so soon
the dawn ~Issa (haikuguy.com)

resigning himself
to this oceanless province…
pond snail ~Issa (haikuguy.com)

among the dewdrops
the butterfly’s mood
improves ~Issa (haikuguy.com)



Fujifilm X-T4 … f/6.4 . 46.6mm . 1/6500s . 6400 ISO . Retro Gold film simulation

Fujifilm X-T4 … f/6.4 . 46.6mm . 1/2900s . 6400 ISO . Retro Gold film simulation
Leya’s photo challenge: backlit
Out of the dark,
Into a dark path
I now must enter:
Shine [on me] from afar
Moon of the mountain fringe ~Izumi Shikibu

Leica V-Lux 5 … f/3.8 . 1/400s . 32.65 mm

Rain, hail, snow, and ice;
All are different,
But when they fall
They become the same water
As the valley stream
~Ikkyu Sojun
Unique…the Oxford Language website notes that the origin of the word unique is the Latin word unus, ‘one’. Therefore, it could be understood that an unique person is one of kind, unlike anyone else.
Pondering “one of a kind” brings to mind snowflakes. The chance of the snowflake that lands on the tip of your nose being exactly alike another is about 1 in 1 million trillion. The life of this now melting snowflake began within a cloud, as a crystal. It is believed that throughout its journey it encountered variables of temperatures and moisture levels which transformed the crystal into a snowflake.
So, is one of the aspects of a unique person their life’s journey?
In my lifetime, I have met two people who I felt to be unique. They both had distinct world views that I often found myself stumbling through with wonder and/or confusion. Could it be said that another aspect is found within world views that are incongruent with others?
One of these two people was my brother. I believe that most people who knew him would agree that he was “one of a kind.” While our life journeys originated from the same family of origin, the family I was born into was composed of both our parents and older sister, while he was born into a family that was grieving the death of our father. One of many transformation variables.
Yet, I still ponder the aspects of uniqueness as one of these two invited a closeness while the other’s differences created a wall of discomfort. This leads me to identify that another aspect of uniqueness is its impact upon the relationship dynamics of push and pull.
Yet, I end this pondering with another question: is uniqueness more about my personal sense impressions of the other than it is about the other?
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