This week’s Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is: circles and curves
just myself
also, one fly
– an enormous house ~ Issa*
*cited in:
Inch by Inch
Trans: Nanao Sakaki
This week’s Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is: circles and curves
just myself
also, one fly
– an enormous house ~ Issa*
*cited in:
Inch by Inch
Trans: Nanao Sakaki
Is my mind elsewhere
Or has it simply not sung?
Hototogisu
~Ihara Saikaku (1642-1693)*
Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in My Life. Another multi-photo challenge! Make sure you include picture captions to explain to people what they’re seeing, and experiment with the tiled galleries.
*Hototogisu, translated as cuckoo, wood thrush and sometimes nightingale.
The bird’s song is a strong but mournful cry.
It is said to die after singing 8,008 times.
It is also known as the “bird of time,”
“messenger of death” and “bird of disappointed love,”
and flies back and forth from this world to the next.
Confucian axiom: If one’s mind is elsewhere, one will look but not see, listen but not hear
cited in:
The Classic Tradition of Haiku
Edited by: Faubion Bowers
In today’s WordPress challenge I’m hoping you’ll put all of that futuristic camera tech to good use, by thinking about the shape of things to come… In a new post created for this challenge, share a picture that says FUTURE TENSE
The Radiant Buddha said:
Regard this fleeting world like this:
Like stars fading and vanishing at dawn,
Like bubbles on a fast moving stream,
Like morning dewdrops evaporating on blades of grass
Like a candle flickering in a strong wind, echoes, mirages, and phantoms, hallucinations, and like a dream
The Eight Similes of Illusion, from the Prajna Paramita Sutras
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape–the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth*
Snow yet remaining
The evening slopes are misty –
An evening in spring. ~Iio Sogi**
cited in:
*John Connolly, The Wrath of Angels
**Faubion Bowers, The Classic Tradition of Haiku
Seeing our finger,
hearing a frog jump into the water,
experiencing the sunrise,
washing one’s face in the early morning –
anything will serve as a medium of realization if the mind is serene ~ Robert Aitken, A Zen Wave
If you stay at a place where a feeling of loneliness
[or sadness, detachment, voidness] comes,
the contemplative absorption arises in us ~Paltrul Rimpoche
Dear Larry,
as the winter winds travel across Wyoming’s landscape
the swirling snow releases its memories of you, lost upon Casper Mountain
its frigid touch awakens me to imagine your
aloneness in that wilderness of blinding snow
cries, deafened by the river of winds,
calling out in hope for
a human form to emerge out of the whiteness
the warmth of a human hand
the sound of a voice, comforting you
to accompany you home.
as I become lost within this winter’s swirling thoughts
the river winds tear into my soul
releasing tears arising from
the darkness of grief’s aloneness, seeking
a knowing to emerge out of ignorance’s darkness
you found peace
within a loving presence
that embraced you
and accompanied you home –
until then may refuge be found within the nature of things.
Touching the present moment, we come to know the past created the present and together the future is being created. ~ Unknown
Just as you unreel the thread from a spool,
I want the past to become present.
The wife of Yoshitsune, a famous warrior in medieval Japan, wrote this farewell poem shortly after her spouse was deployed to the northern provinces where he later died. She offers to us our creative ability to mentally bring the past alive and into the present.
… “Time goes from present to past.” This is not true in our logical mind, but it is in the actual experience of making past time present. There we have poetry, and there we have human life.
~ cited in Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind, Shunryu Suzuki
Roget’s International Thesaurus: applying color, explanation, learning, lighting, ornamentation, painting, picture, radiation, teaching
how colorless, now–
fields where I took bush clover
for my garden ~Satomura Genjo
winter’s slumber before January’s snow
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