Forgetfulness is the darkness,
mindfulness is the light. ~Thich Nhat Hanh
photo
evening light remains
100 days…49th day
rain falls –
a memory of last year
left by a cloud

100 days…44th day
Morning haze
hides blossoms from the wind
too completely
~Senjun*

*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
100 days…42nd day
Grasses in a mist
and water flowing silently,
daylight fading
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
100 days…41st day
Springtime rain!
Almost dark, and yet
today still lingers
~Buson*

this image is available through Turning Art
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
photo friday: pets
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: circles and curves
This week’s Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is: circles and curves
just myself
also, one fly
– an enormous house ~ Issa*
*cited in:
Inch by Inch
Trans: Nanao Sakaki
weekly photo challenge: resolved
Share a picture which means RESOLVED to you!
Standing at the Threshold
With uncertainty, I question:
What is it that I seek?
Protection? Compassion? Acceptance? Forgiveness? Completion?
Who is it that I beckon?
A father? A mother? A sister? A brother? A companion? A child? A god?
To be? To endure? To offer? To embrace? To validate?
An intentional presence that is drawn upon
A place and time of shadows, myths, and dreams?
Birthed within a family?
Matured within a relationship?
Nourished within a community?
Where the Stillness within Silence,
Affirms the exchange of life’s giving and taking,
Embraces the connection of life’s emotional threads, and
Observes the interdependence of life with non-judgmental awareness,
Yet, knows of a united oneness with another that can not be?
Since it can not be, do I yearn
To know integration through the formation of thought;
To see clarity through the flowing of ink; and
To feel completion through the act of creating?
And then, finally, within the stillness of silence,
I befriend
An internal companion with whom
There is an honoring of the who and what of which I am;
A woman, a daughter, a sister, a niece, a wife, a mother, an aunt, a grandmother.
I touch
With reverence the presence of all that was, is, and will be.
I release
The seeking, the beckoning, the yearning to the Winds of Change.
I with uncertainty, Step over the Threshold
Foreseeing the return.




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