the world seems…

Is it because my mind

keeps dwelling

on every worldly thing

the the word seems

more hateful to me than ever?

~SaigyO  (Poems of a Mountain Home)

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SaigyO was born in 1118 in the capital city, Kyoto.  When he was twenty-two he suddenly left his post as an elite private guard of Emperor Toba to become a Buddhist  priest.  I find it interesting how his poem written almost a thousand years ago resonates with me today especially when I think of Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr’s (who was born in 1808) translated epigram, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.”

 

 

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tryWhen you are in touch with the suffering in the world, it is so easy for despair to overwhelm you. …Throughout the war in Vietnam young people easily became the victims of despair because the war went on for so long and it seemed it would never end. It is the same with the situation in the Middle East. young Israelis and Palestinians feel the heavy atmosphere of war will never end.

Animals, plants, and minerals also suffer because of the greed of human beings. The earth, the water and air are suffering because we have polluted them. The trees suffer because we destroy the forest for our own profit. Some species have become extinct because of the destruction of the natural environment. Humans also destroy and exploit one another. How can we stop ourselves from collapsing in despair?

The bodhisattva of wonderful sound, Gadgadashvara, can use music, writings and sound to awaken people.  If you are a poet, a writer or a composer you can be that bodhisattva. Your artistic creations are not just to help people forget their pain momentarily but to water the seeds of awakened understanding and compassion in others.  Among us are so many writers, poets and composers who are using the wonderful ocean of sound to serve the way of understanding and love…(excerpts from Thich Nhat Hanh’s No Death, No Fear)

thursday’s special: portrait vs landscape

on horseback

making a silent bow…

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~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

On an afternoon walk, we came upon an end-of-school celebration at a local park.  As I wandered about the carnival setting, memories of past transitions that included a sense of freedom came to mind.  Freedom to play, to explore, to be…  My summers were a time in which I was allowed to roam over hills and through meadows, to swim in rivers and creeks, and to reenact storybook characters.  No television, no internet, no social media…just freedom to play in an landscape that extended far beyond the horizon.

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people with nothing…give

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emerging compassion

Kevin Sieff, a writer for The Washington Post (May 31, 2017), identified how people within Nigeria, Somalia, and South Sudan have taken it upon themselves to offer assistance to others even though they themselves struggle to survive the hardships within poverty.

Elijah Karma, who over the past three years has (in addition to providing shelter to 20 members of his own family) been offering his home to 50 people at a time who were displaced by the Boko Haram conflict.

The families of the South Sudanese town of Ganyiel offered portions of their own  food, gave their beds to the elderly, and shared space within cramped huts to some of the thousands of displaced families who had escaped the fighting and possible starvation in nearby villages.

The people of Baidoa “gave and gave, food, clothes, shelter” to Mohamed Iman, a farmer, who now finds himself living as a beggar.

In Maiduguri, “the vast majority of the displaced aren’t living in U.N. camps.”  The residents within this community have opened their doors to the newly homeless – “the poor housing the poorer.”

Sieff notes that these examples of compassion are emerging from “sites of the three largest hunger crises in sub-Saharan Africa. In each country, overstretched humanitarian organizations have failed to raise sufficient funds to feed and house all of these in need. An untold number of people, most of them children, have died of malnutrition and preventable diseases.”

 

 

 

 

enduring trace

Like the comfortless plover of the beach

In the sand printing characters soon to be washed away.

Unable to leave a more enduring trace in this fleeting world.

~The Sarashina Diary, AD 1009-1059   (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

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The enduring qualities of art…speaking through time’s boundaries…resonating with the soul’s deep and private moments.

thursday’s special: pick a word

Continual…frequently recurring…a service disrupted by continual breakdowns.

Within the shadows of today’s political discord and emotional-driven social media postings, there is a continual theme I have encountered in the past several weeks…a grass-root movement providing a basic need…food.  No, not $1,000,000-3,000,000 weekend golfing trips or $50,000 jackets…food, simple, over-the-counter food.

The first time was the poster in my doctor’s office which informed patients, “we have food if you need.”  The second was an alteration to the random small wooden book exchanges that invite neighbors to share books; that is, the Lutheran Trinity Church offers…a mini food pantry.

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