The autumn wind is light,
The autumn moon is bright;
Fallen leaves gather but then disperse,
A cold crow roosts but again he stirs;
I think of you, and wonder when I’ll see you again?
At such an hour, on such a night, cruel is love’s pain?
~Li P0*
*cited:
Li Po and Tu Fu
A Cooper
Tu Fu to Tao-Chien Across the Centuries
Gone in a flash the bright flowers.
Old. How I wish they would stay!
Why can’t these present things
Be back in our younger days?
Drinking – sets free the mind
Writing – unfolds the heart
We would meet, Tao, in this thought
Though we cannot meet in time.
~Tu Fu (712-770)
My throat is parched with crying, my
tongue clings to my palate…
I am buried, but not in
a grave yard; my house is my coffin!
~Han Yu
Home…a place of refuge, sanctuary, a safe harbor for self, family, and friends. A shelter from “the storms of life” that silently promises time and space for the public selves to melt into the real self. A haven of collections…books, music, furniture, memories, shadows of time past, and possibilities of tomorrows. A retreat into the togetherness of dinner, holidays, and weekends.
I chose motion blur photography for this assignment of “home” as it would offer me a way to illustrate the memories, dreams, and hopes that transform a house into a home.
The Road to Shu is Steep
…
The Road to Shu is steep, steep as climbing to the Sky!
It ashes those who only hear tell of it,
From its peaks to the sky can hardly be a foot:
The withers pines there have to lean over canyons
Filled with the contending dins of waterfalls,
Gullies thundering a thousand rolling stones!
Such perils, aye, as this,
Why, oh, why, Travellers from Afar, come ye to suffer them?
…
The Road to Shu is steep, steep as climbing to the Sky!
I have turn, but gaze West; with a long, long sigh!
~Li Po*
Interstate I 70
Glenwood Springs Canyon
Exiting the Eisenhower Tunnel
The streets of my childhood … the old Loveland, Monarch, Berthoud, and Rabbit Ear Passes which crisscross the majestic Rocky Mountains.
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*source:
Li Po and Tu Fu
Trans: Arthur Cooper
Same Dream, Same Mirror
We have dreamt the same dream
during many unraveling autumns;
one joy, one worry binds us.
…
We put on faces
before the same mirror:
our small flight of swallows
is secure. We hear
inmortal music
on ancient bronze bells.
…
~Chen Yinke*
The Rose is without Why
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*source:
Ancestral intelligence
Vera Schwarcz
a meditative journey 
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