Bell Deer Mountain
I shake off this sad world,
put it aside,
but, what lies in store for me,
what note will I sound?
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
people
looking back
How have I spent
these many years and months
in this world
where those here even yesterday
are no longer here today?
~Saigyo (B Watson: Poems of a Mountain Home)
together
the rivers have
an ancient darkness…
cuckoo
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
thoughts
Would the flames of thought
that envelop your body
ever be quenched?
Never but of the blowing
of these cool winds.
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
dads being dads
if my father were here–
dawn colors
over green fields
~Issa (www.haikyguy.com)
escaping the heat
Hearts are one
in the cool shade
of a single pine.
~Gyojo (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)
thursday’s special: portrait vs landscape
on horseback
making a silent bow…
thin mist
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
On an afternoon walk, we came upon an end-of-school celebration at a local park. As I wandered about the carnival setting, memories of past transitions that included a sense of freedom came to mind. Freedom to play, to explore, to be… My summers were a time in which I was allowed to roam over hills and through meadows, to swim in rivers and creeks, and to reenact storybook characters. No television, no internet, no social media…just freedom to play in an landscape that extended far beyond the horizon.
jump on over to Lost in Translation to participate
wordless wednesday
No reset…
Each time we say or do something, write a line of poetry, disseminate an idea, send a letter, we go out in many different directions. Once we have set out in these directions, there is no way we can pull ourselves back to the place we were before.
~Thich Nhat Hanh (Understanding our Minds)
black & white sunday: music
singing insects, too
make music
in this world
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
I love being drawn by the music that fills the air as one wanders about town on a Sunday afternoon. Image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s Sunday photo challenge.
consciousness
“…when consciousness manifests, it is not, at that moment, born. When it does not manifest, it does not, at that time, die. When consciousness manifests, there is differentiation and discrimination (vitalpa). Discrimination says, ‘this is self, and that is other than self.’ It is the sword that cuts and divides what is self from what is not self. But discrimination is not the truth. It is an imaginary construction, a fabrication of the mind. The Chinese ideogram for the term vitalpa means ‘universal comparing.’ To compare is to say, ‘This is inside, but that is outside. This continues to exist, but that ceases to exist.'”
~Thich Nhat Hanh, Understanding the Mind
lost in thought
The colors of the flowers fade
as the long rains fall,
as lost in thought,
I grow older
~Ono No Komachi (K Rexroth & I Atsumi, The Burning Heart)
a meditative journey 
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