





I can no longer tell dream from reality.
Into what world shall I awake.
From this bewildering dream? ~Akazome Emon*

Akazome Emon (956-1041) was a member of the great group of women poets, roughly contemporary with Murasaki and the author of the Eiga-Monogatari, the story of the supremacy of the Fujiwara, an unusual type of book for a Japanese woman to write at any time.
*cited: Trans and Edited by K Rexroth and I Atsumi. The Burning Heart Women Poets of Japan.


To meditate means to go home to yourself. Then you know how to take care of the things that are happening inside you, and you know how to take care of the things that happen around you. ~Thich Nhat Hanh


“…she must have seen herself recently in a mirror? But the way we see our reflections from changing angles allows us to edit out what we don’t like. The camera is a different sort of eye, one that sees a million present particles of silver on black, not the old memories of a person’s heart.”*

*cited: Amy Tan, The Hundred Secret Senses, pp. 244-245.
bound homeward under
clear summer skies:
bird feathers, flowers.~Keido*

monochrome blossoms … Cee’s fotd
*cited: Yoel Hoffmann, Japanese Death Poems
“She holds up the cage with the owl. ‘But now I have a beautiful cat-eagle that can carry with him my new wish. When he flies away, all my old sadnesses will go with him. Then both of us will be free.'”~Amy Tan*

*cited: Amy Tan, The Hundred Secret Senses.
the first dream of the year —
I kept it a secret
and smiled to myself ~Sho-u

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