
nature
berry

dandelion project

All phenomena of being, since time memorial, are independent of concepts and words. Concepts and words cannot transform them or separate them from their true nature.
~The Awakening of Faith in the Mahayana (cited: Thich Nhat Hanh, Zen Keys, pg. 81)
together
the rivers have
an ancient darkness…
cuckoo
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

silent sunday

wpc: satisfaction
Old Fall River Road, a motor nature trail, is an auto route in Colorado’s Rocky Mountain National Forest that travels through the park’s wilderness to Fall River Pass, 11,796 feet above sea level. This road follows a course traveled long ago by Indian hunters in search of game and passes the site of a labor camp which housed state convicts who built a three-mile section of the 11 mile-long road with nothing more than hand tools.
The graveled one-way road which rarely exceeds 14 feet in width was largely built out from the hillside. In the steepest places, multiple switchbacks are stacked one above the other. What periodically blinded me to the absolute beauty of montane and subalpine forests, wild flowers, water falls, and alpine landscape along this narrow and curved road was the absence of any guard rails between me and the road-snuggling, never-ending, deep valleys.

the top of the world
At one point I found myself pulled back into memories of those Sunday drives through Rabbit Ears Pass where my parents, both deaf, would chat away with each other–eyes off the road–about the beauty around them…in sign language. Fear began to subside as we moved above the timber line to the Alpine Visitors Center. This Center, the highest facility of its kind in the National Park Services, offers a deep satisfaction and gratitude to the national park community for offering a road trip to the birthplace of glaciers that once worked they way up and down the mountain valleys and the Never Summer Wilderness where the temperature was 60 degrees…30 degrees less than the summer we escaped from earlier that day.
sliver of perspective

“…thoughts of the past, fantasies about the future, judgements and evaluations concerning…work itself–what are these but shadows and ghosts flickering about in our minds, preventing us from entering fully into life itself.”
~Philip Kapleau (Thich Nhat Hanh, Zen Keys, Introduction)

twilight bell
The twilight bell
I waited for
is sounding —
if tomorrow is granted me,
I’ll listen for it again.
~Saigyo (B Watson: Poems of a Mountain Home)

moon painting
Won’t you sing?
I will get up and dance.
How can I sleep
with the timeless
moon this evening?
~Ryokan (K Tanahashi: Sky Above, Great Wind)

glimmer
In the mountain shade,
water in the moss
drips between rocks.
I feel a glimmer of clarity.
~Ryokan (K Tanahashi: Sky Above, Great Wind)

black & white sunday: after and before
See and realize
that this world
is not permanent.
Neither late nor early flowers
will remain.
~Ryokan (K Tanahashi: Sky Above, Great Wind)


An early summer morning in Poudre Canyon…submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge
black & white sunday: low-lying
humidity–
from beneath a stone
wildflowers
~Issa (cited: http://www.haikuguy.com)

…an image submitted in response to Lost In Translation’s photo challenge
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