With blooms of pampas grass
for markers
I push my way along,

no trace of the trail
I vaguely remembered.
~Saigyō (cited: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
With blooms of pampas grass
for markers
I push my way along,

no trace of the trail
I vaguely remembered.
~Saigyō (cited: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Come again,
if you don’t mind
pushing your way through
dewy eulalia blossoms
to reach this twig-bound hut.
~Ryokan (cited: K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)


Riding within summer’s breeze with nothing to do, nothing to realize, no program, no goal to achieve…aimlessness.

image submitted in response to Travel with Intention’s six word saturday’s photo and word challenge.
day-light moon
silently searching
world healing


Looking at the moon and stars we are seeing our own mind.
Thich Nhát Hanh, The Other Shore
Week 28 Story Telling: Your Culture (Photographers participating in the challenge come from nearly every country and culture. Tell us the story of your culture.)

Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
Week 27 Inspiration: Gratitude (What are you grateful for? Show us.)

Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
All know that the drop merges into the ocean,
but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.
~Kabir Das

The river and its waves are one surf:
where is the difference between the river and its waves?
When the wave rises, it is the water;

and when it falls, it is the same water again.
Tell me, Sir, where is the distinction?
Because it has been named as wave,
shall it no longer be considered as water?
~Kabir Das (One Hundred Poems by Kabir, Trans: Rabindranath Tagore)
Death of a loved one disturbs the relationships that sustain a person’s sense of ‘identity’ and the high level of binding and cathexis concentrated on the person who is lost is suddenly disrupted . . . there is a close link between the doctrines of egolessness and suffering.
De Silva, Padmasiri. An Introduction to Buddhist Psychology. Landam, MD, 2000.

Through this lens of Buddhist thought, I begin to feel a crumbling of a child’s self with an understanding of how my father’s absolute and final absence from our lives disrupted the multiple relationships between my father, mother, sister, and me. Besides the sudden severing of the identity I was forming via my father, the connecting emotional threads between those of us that were left, although still intact, were unknowingly stretched and pulled by our own individual fears of egolessness.
My father’s death left my mother, a young woman deaf from infancy, with two daughters and pregnant with her first son. I do not recall whose idea it was to wander outside the house early that morning as my mother slept. I can, however, imagine my young self following my older sister as if an invisible thread that tied us together tugged me along as she, with her five-year-old world view, undertook an emotional duty to find our father. Did we believe we could find him fly fishing in the creek that ran alongside the house? Or was there something about the water that enticed us into abandoning our search? I can recall to this day the cessation of anxiety and arising rapture that coincided with my surrender to the inevitable. Two young men, I am told, rescued us both from this search for our father.
Koeford, BC. A Meditative Journey with Saldage Homesickness for a place, a time, a person that cannot be
…he also is as though covered by a mist, a cloud, a darkness that hides everything he does and hides everything that takes place within him.
Trans: Ira Progoff. The Cloud of Unknowing

And ‘when I speak of darkness’ the author of The Cloud of Unknowing says, it is ‘not the kind of darkness that is in your house at night when the candle is out.’ It is a darkness of a quite different kind. ‘I am referring he says, ‘to a lack of knowing. It is a lack of knowing that includes everything you do not know or else that you have forgotten, whatever is altogether dark for you because you do not see it with your spiritual eye. And for this reason It is not called a cloud of the air, but rather a cloud of unknowing that is between you and your God.'” (IV:18)
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