
blossom
Spring!!!!
I’ll forget the trail
I marked out on Mount Yoshino
last year,
go searching for blossoms
in directions I’ve never been before
~Saigyō (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)

thankful tears
May that lady live one thousand years who guards the flowers!
My sleeves are wet with thankful tears
As though I had been working
In a garden of dewy chrysanthemums.
~Murasaki Shikibu (Trans: A Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

thursday’s special: section
wild geese –
between their cries, a slice
of silence
~Katsura Nobuko (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

A slice of an image of blossoms at the city park…submitted in response to Paula’s photo challenge
illumination
Protecting oneself, one protects others; protecting others, one protects oneself . . . And how does one, in protecting oneself, protect others? By the repeated and frequent practice of meditation.
And how does one, in protecting others, protect oneself? By patience and forbearance, by a non-violent and harmless life, by loving kindness and compassion. But self-protection is not selfish protection. It is self-control, ethical and spiritual self-development.
~ The Buddha

life…manifesting again and again
do you also miss
your mother?
cicada ~Issa*

Tulip
In Thich Nhat Hanh”s book, No Death No Fear, he shares a personal experience associated with the passing away of his mother.
“The day my mother died, I wrote in my journal, ‘A serious misfortune of my life has arrived.’ I suffered for more than one year after the passing away of my mother. But one night, in the highlands of Vietnam … I dreamed of my mother. …When I woke up…I felt very strongly that I had never lost my mother. The impression that my mother was still with me was very clear. I understood then that the idea of having lost my mother was just an idea. It was obvious in that moment that my mother is always alive in me.
I opened the door and went outside. …Walking slowly in the moonlight through the rows of tea plants, I noticed my mother was still with me. She was the moonlight caressing me as she had done so often, very tender, very sweet…wonderful! Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine alone but a living continuation of my mother and my father and my grandparents and great-grandparents. Of all my ancestors. These feet that I saw as ‘my’ feet were actually ‘our’ feet. Together my mother and I were leaving footprints in the damp soil.
From that moment on, the idea that I had lost my mother no longer existed. All I had to do was look at the palm of my hand, feel the breeze on my face or the earth under my feet to remember that my mother is always with me, available at any time.
When you lose a loved one, you suffer. But if you know how to look deeply, you have a chance to realize that his or her nature is truly the nature of no birth, no death. There is a manifestation and there is the cessation of manifestation in order to have another manifestation.
…If you can stop and look deeply, you will be able to recognize your beloved one manifesting again and again in many forms. You will again embrace the joy of life.” (pp. 4-5)
In remembrance of my mother’s birthday…who passed away April 19, 2016.
*cited: http://www.haikuguy
I have found…
In this world
I have found
No perfect drop of dew-
Not even on the lotus. ~Issa (Trans: N Yuasa, The Year of My Life)

tulip tree
A child weeping
Bids me
Pick the full moon
From the sky. ~Issa (The Year of My Life, Trans: N Yuasa)

resisting winter’s arrival

Nikon D750 ISO 200 1/200s f/4.5 40mm
thursday’s special: deconstruction

When we hold a rose we see that it is composed of multiple elements, some tangible – leaves, stem, thorns, petals, stamens – and others intangible – scent, color, memories. If you were to deconstruct this flower where would you find the entity know as “rose”?
submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s challenge.



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