
silent sunday



“And if there is one thing more that I must say to you, it is this. Do not believe that he who seeks to comfort you lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life has much difficulty and sadness and remains far behind yours. Were it otherwise he would never have been able to find those words.” ~Rilke*

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and a saturday morning’s walk through a community garden. Cee’s FOTD
*(Trans: M. D. Herter Norton, Letters to a Young Poet)


“…Woke up in the middle of the night. And suddenly remembered my important dream. A few minutes of intense effort to bring it back. Gluttonous. Greedy. Had the feeling that the dream was part of my personality, that I had the right to hang on to it, that I must not let it escape me, that I had to be certain of it if I am to be a rounded and whole person.*
Cee’s Photo Challenges: FOTD
*Trans, Arno Pomerans. An Interrupted Life. Lester & Oren Dennys Limited. 1983. pg.58
a child’s smile…silent
resounding within the heart,
memories…blossom

the lantern blown out–
the sound of the wind
through the leaves ~Shiki*

*cited: Jackie Hardy, Haiku Poetry Ancients & Modern. Tuttle Publishing, 2022
even in the spring mists
the sounds of water
trailing through the rocks ~ Sokan*

*Hardy, Jackie. Haiku Poetry Ancient & Modern. Tuttle Publishing 2002
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