A journey of no return:
the wanderer’s sack is
bottomless.
~Kyoshu*
Join Ben’s photo challenge: Depth
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Japanese Death Poems
Yoel Hoffmann
A journey of no return:
the wanderer’s sack is
bottomless.
~Kyoshu*
Join Ben’s photo challenge: Depth
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Japanese Death Poems
Yoel Hoffmann
Were there someone
in the world
who feels as I feel,
we would talk all night
in this grass hut.
~Ryokan*
visit The Daily Post to participate in Krista’s photo challenge: express yourself
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Sky Above, Great Wind
Kazuaki Tanahashi
It’s Not The Same
The demonstrators who…filled the streets…
the suicide core of the…who attacked…
And the students who charged against the riot staves of police…
They weren’t the same people.
…
what happened to all those people after that?
Nothing is ever quite the same
each time is different from every other
the heart of each person is disconnected.
But if there is one thing
that is the same,
it is that neither the newspapers nor television
ever reported on those young men after that.
And
the enemy in the world today
is not the United States,
is not the Soviet Union
but, bridged between you and me
unidentifiable
words of silence.
~Fukunaka Tomoko*
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The Burning Heart
K Rexroth & I Atsumi
words of old
whispered today by wind
in the reeds
~Shohaku
As I was stumbling around Photoshop, I found myself remembering a cartoon which pictured an overwhelmed student with a raised arm and the caption, “may I be excused, my head is full?”
That memory was followed by the remembrance of a meeting with a clinical supervisor who spoke of the importance of going back to the basics…so I exited Photoshop, found the original RAW image, and entered the realm of Lightroom…to begin again with the basic adjustment layers of:
I then did some reading about basic composition as a means to explore: To crop or not to crop?
As I pondered this question, it came to me that cropping this image would narrow the context…the story…as well as the invitation to imagine the various elements that came together to create this unique image—which, I believe cannot be recreated.
It is the various elements within this image that invites me to contemplate: How did this leaf come to embrace the grass? Or, was it the grass that embraced the leaf?
The evasiveness to my questions is reflected in the image’s various degrees of blurriness/sharpness and light/shadow and thus I find myself also wondering: Was the leaf captured? Imprisoned? Or, was it saved?
Jump on over to Robyn’s to join the One Four Challenge
The first three of December’s One Four Challenge
the convergence of “ask” to “look it up” within a library setting
visit the dailypost to join Ben’s photo challenge: converge
I cast the brush aside
from here on I’ll speak to the moon
face to face
~Koha*
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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)
to view additional images or to join in Michelle W’s challenge, “show us a photo that says ‘achievement’ to you” visit: thedailypost
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Women in Praise of the Sacred
Ed: Jane Hirshfield
many paths lead
from the foot of the mountain,
but at the peak
we all gaze at the
single bright moon
Ikkyu Sojun*
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