Spring departs —
the clear moon oblivious
of passing time
~Soseki (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

Spring departs —
the clear moon oblivious
of passing time
~Soseki (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

belt of orien
in the dark sky
a silent reminder. . .
but if, gazing at it, we just reminisce
our three hearts may meet

On a road with not a soul
to keep me company,
as summer begins
a child’s private wish
sent me on my way

In a mountain village
when I’m lost in the dark
of the mind’s dreaming
the sound of the wind
blows me to brightness.
~Saigyo (Trans: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)

dandelion wind
another wish
drifts away
~Garry Gay

Tree
Within a tree
another tree that is not yet,
and now the upper branches shift in the wind.
Within the blue sky
another blue sky that is not yet,
and now the horizon is rent by a bird in flight.
Within a body
another body that is not yet,
and now the shrine gathers blood.
Within a road
another road that is not yet,
and now that space is shaken by my destination.
–Kora Rumiko

“Life can certainly have meaning without books, but books cannot have meaning without life. Most of us probably share a belief that life is greatly enriched by them: life goes into books and books go back into life. But the relationship is not equal or symmetrical. Nonetheless what is in them not only adds to life, but genuinely goes back into life and transforms it, so that life as we live it in a world full of books is created partly by books themselves.”
~I McGilchrist, The Master and his Emissary

“…the power of attraction exerted by totalitarian thinking, whether of the left or of the right, does not belong to the past…
When a writer strives to present reality most faithfully he becomes convinced that the untruth is at times the greatest truth. The world is so rich and so complex that the more one tries not to omit any part of the truth, the more one uncovers wonders that elude the pen.
…
Eyes that have seen should not be shut; hands that have touched should not forget when they take up the pen.”
~Czeslaw, Milosz: The Captive Mind
Spring departs –
the clear moon oblivious
of passing time
~Soseki (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)


this image of a dandelion is submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge.
“…you cannot know how many people your words, actions and thoughts have touched.
When I make a pot of oolong tea, I put tea leaves into the pot and pour boiling water on them. Five minutes later there is tea to drink. When I drink it, oolong tea is going into me. If I put in more hot water, making a second pot of tea, the tea from those leaves continues to go into me. After I poured out all the tea, what will be left in the pot is just the spent tea leaves. The leaves that remain are only a very small part of the tea. The tea that goes into me is a much bigger part of the tea. It is the richest part.
We are the same; our essence has gone into our children, our friends and the entire universe. We have to find ourselves in those directions and not in the spent tea leaves. I invite you to see yourself reborn in forms that you say are not yourself. You have to see your body in what is not your body. This is called your body outside of your body.”
~Thich Nhat Hanh (No Death, No Fear, pp. 119-120)
Going deep,
I enter the pathway
of the god –
where transcendent, above all
in the wind of the pines.
~Saigyo (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

Look straight ahead. What’s there?
If you see it as it is
You will never err. ~Bassui Tokusho (cited: Y Hoffmann, Japanese Death Poems)
I would like to share a few words out of Thich Nhat Hanh’s book, No Death, No Fear, that has invited me to contemplate how it feels to be in the present…now…this moment.
“Suppose someone was able to transport you by jet to the [K]ingdom of God or the Pure Land of the Buddha. When you arrive, how would you walk? In such a beautiful place, would you walk under pressure, running and anxious like we do so much of the time? Or would you enjoy every moment of being in paradise? In the [K]ingdom of God, or the Pure Land, people are free and they enjoy every moment. So they do not walk like we do.
The Pure Land is not somewhere else; it is right here, in the present. It is in every cell of our bodies. When we run away from the present, we destroy the [K]ingdom of God. But if we know how to free ourselves from our habit energy of running, then we will have peace and freedom and we will all walk like a Buddha in paradise.
What we carry with us determines in which dimension we dwell. If you carry a lot of sorrow, fear and craving with you, then wherever you go you will always touch the world of suffering and hell. If you carry with you compassion, understanding and freedom, then wherever you go you will touch the ultimate, the [K]ingdom of God.” (pp. 108-109)
As I was reading these words, the above image of a dandelion’s parachutes being within moments of release – of journey’s beginning – came to me as it seems to illustrate how my life has been an series of transitions that required preparation; such as, graduation, marriage, motherhood, retirement, death. As I read Thich Nhat Hanh’s words, I found an invitation to memorize his “I have arrived, I am home” poem and to practice and recall the feelings it evokes many times a day…even while being within a moment of transition…of release.
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