spirituality

at times I hear…

One thousand peaks merge with frozen clouds;

ten thousand paths have no human trace.

Day by day just facing the wall,

at times I hear snow drift over the window.

                                                                          ~Ryokan*

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Sky Above, Great Wind

Kazuaki Tanahashi

weekly photo challenge: shadowed

We meet and we part.

Coming and going–hearts like passing clouds.

Except for the marks of a frosty-hair brush,

human traces are hard to find.

                                                                 ~Ryokan*

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Sky Above, Great Wind

Kazuaki Tanahashi

weekly photo challenge: gone, but but forgotten

over the fields of

last night’s snow–

plum fragrance.

                                                                                      ~Okano Kin’emon Kanehide*

plums and raindrops

spring rain showers

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Japanese Death Poems

Yoel Hoffmann

 

who paints the image

Who speaks the sound of an echo?

Who paints the image in a mirror?

Where are the spectacles in a dream?

Nowhere at all — that’s the nature of mind!

                                                             ~Tree-Leaf Woman*

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Women in Praise of the Sacred

Ed: Jane Hirshfield

 

into my heart…

I was alone on a sunny shore

by the forest’s pale blue lake,

in the sky floated a single cloud

and on the water a single isle.

The ripe sweetness of summer dripped

in beads from every tree

and straight into my open heart

a tiny drop ran down.

                                      ~Edith Sodergran*

the red flower

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Women in Praise of the Sacred

Ed: Jane Hirshfield

weekly photo challenge: achievement

On Foot

I had to Walk Through the Solar Systems,

before I found the first thread of my red dress.

Already, I sense myself.

Somewhere in space hangs my heart,

sparks fly from it, shaking the air,

to other reckless hearts.

            (“My self-confidence depends on the fact that I have discovered my dimensions:

It does not become me to make myself less than I am.”)

                                                                                                                           ~Edith Sodergran (1892-1923)

after the first snow (2)

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Women in Praise of the Sacred

Ed: Jane Hirshfield