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weary eyes

…”There is a charming quality, is there not,” he said to me, “in this silence: for hearts that are wounded, as mine is, a novelist whom you will read in time to come asserts that there is no remedy but silence and shadow. And see you this, my boy, there comes in all our lives a time towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light, the light which a fine evening like this prepares us in the stillness of darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.”*

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I will be taking a break for a bit as I have two eye surgeries scheduled for December and January.  It is a bit of a wonder to the possibility of “seeing” what I have not been able to see.  Hope all who visit find the days within the next two months to be filled with loving compassion and equanimity.

 

*cited:

In Search of Lost Time

M Proust

weekly photo challenge: transition

The sprouting grass waiting for spring,
and the grass that begins to wither, were once the same
wild grass of the moor.
Sooner or later
they surely meet with autumn
and end in the season of weariness.

                                                                     ~Gio

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join in the fun of Jen’s photo challenge: Transition

weekly photo challenge: trio

Last autumn

The three of us tossed acorns

To the scattering carp.

Now in the cold morning wind off the pond

He and I stand hand in chilling hand.

                                                       ~Yosano Akiko*

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Visit Cheri’s photo challenge to view additional images of: Trio

*cited:

Women Poets of Japan

K Rexroth & I Atsumi