like little dots
little billows in a row…
little clouds ~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
making the park
a vacation spot…
spring trees
Leya invites photographers to explore and enjoy different interpretations of two little words: Spots and Dots
The grass does not refuse
To flourish in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
Who with whip or spur
Can urge the feet of Time?
The things of the world flourish and decay,
Each at its own hour. ~Li Po (cited: Trans: A Waley & B Li, The Poet Li Po. Project Gutenberg Ebook)
“…each moment gives rise to the next, this is because that is. We do not exist in isolation; there is nothing that exist by itself alone.” (cited: Brother Phap Hai, Nothing to it.
On a pitch-dark
night road
I get lost
watching the moon
set behind the faraway mountain. Ryokan (cited: Trans. K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)
Clouds drifting off:
the sight of
moonlit heavens ~Kizan (cited: Trans. Y. Hoffman, Japanese Death Poems)
Even more
because of being alone
the moon is a friend ~Buson (cited: Trans: Y Sawa & E M Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
This week’s lens-artists photo challenge is hosted by Tina (Travels and Trifles) who invites us to share some of those special moments that have taken our breath away.
be safe, be well, and be sage.
Dragonfly wings ... shining silken garments. Now my heart is aching. Who will give it rest? Young Dragonfly wings ... rich embroidered garments. Now my heart is aching. Who will give it peace? Dragonfly bursting its cocoon ... plain white linen garments. Now my hearts aching. Who will give it love? ~The Book of Songs (cited: Anonymous,The Jade Flute. Project Gutenberg
Looking backward ... I cannot see the ancients of days. Looking forward ... I cannot see ages yet to come. Only heaven and earth have remained, And will remain forever ... I am alone, I grieve, I drop tears into the dust ~Chen Tzu-ang
(cited: Trans: Anonymous, The Jade Flute Chinese Poems in Prose. The Project Gutenberg
Snow has fallen
And you cannot have
Even the unusual sight of men
Along the precipitous path of the Peak of Yoshino. ~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Glazed silk, newly cut, smooth, glittering, white, As white, as clear, even as frost and snow. Perfectly fashioned into a fan, Round, round, like the brilliant moon, Treasured in my Lord's sleeve, taken out, put in— Wave it, shake it, and a little wind flies from it. How often I fear the Autumn Season's coming And the fierce, cold wind which scatters the blazing heat. Discarded, passed by, laid in a box alone; Such a little time, and the thing of love cast off. ~Pan Chieh-Yü*
*cited: Trans: Florence Ayscough & Any Lowell The Project Gutenberg EBook of Fir-Flower Tablets
More precious than jewels and gold spread under the sky-- your visit at the beginning of spring. ~Ryokan (cited: Trans K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)
This month’s Thursday’s Special Pick a Word Challenge words are: aureate, canine, consecrated, deciduous, desolate.
in seasonal rain
along a nameless river
fear too has no name
~Buson
myopia
images initially posted in November 2016
Six Word Saturday with Travel with Intent
If I should live long,
Then perhaps the present days
May be dear to me,
Just as past time filled with grief
Comes quietly back in thought.
~Fujiwara no Kiyosuke
Initially posted on October 9, 2017
a meditative journey 
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