creating meaning by superimposing one story onto another…so many after-images, after-thoughts echoing through my mind leaving me to grieve the fading day.

creating meaning by superimposing one story onto another…so many after-images, after-thoughts echoing through my mind leaving me to grieve the fading day.

Perception is never purely in the present – it has to draw on experiences of the past; … ‘the remembered present.’ We all have detailed memories of how things have previously looked and sounded, and these memories are recalled and admixed with every new perception.
~Musicophilia
Oliver Sacks

What you want to acquire, you should dare to acquire by any means. What you want to see, even though it is with difficulty, you should see. You should not let it pass, thinking there will be another chance to see it or to acquire it. It is quite unusual to have a second chance to materialize your desire.
~Yosa Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert


It’s a dreary grey day so I’m adding a bit of “red” by joining the
The Girl that Dreams Awake challenge

To meditate means to accustom oneself to some positive quality so that it eventually becomes a natural part of one’s character…through meditation we can train ourselves to deal more sensitively with life.*
*cited:
Developing Balanced Sensitivity
Alexander Berzin
green leaves transforming into shades of yellow and red…blossoms crinkling…evening’s sounds fading….afternoon temperatures easing…all these and more…

silent messengers of autumn’s soon arrival.
Though we are parted,
If on Casper Mountain Peak
I should honor the sound
of the pine trees swaying there –
with the summer breeze.

.
Song of Chugen
My parents departed long ago.
How often I grieve in sadness!
I had only two aunts left:
…
Last year I went to Kyoto and sobbed.
This year I moved to the shore of a lake and river.
My grief multiplies as I move through space and seasons.
…
Monks perform an urabon ceremony* after cleaning the temple.
The chanting of sad voices resounds to the red banners.
Then a cool breeze arrives;
cleansing and darkening showers merge with the dust.
Rain over, plantain shadow under the leaning sun-
the spirit of my father appears before me.

After the ceremony I return to the monks’ quarters,
making a silent dedication for his liberation:
“Spirit, do not stay sunk forever.
Quickly prepare a boat and cross to the other shore.”
~Ryokan**
*Since the early days of Buddhism,
the Urabon Ceremony is a time set aside
for people to pray for the
peace and happiness of the deceased.
**cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
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