toward thin ice
my shadow moves, moves
till it’s drowned
~Mitsuhashi Takajo*
*cited:
Far Beyond the Field
Makoto Ueda
street photography
A spring-like winter day
In the aging house,
crookedness of the door being straightened,
a spring-like winter day.
~Buson*
Old Town
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert
old town square
My own shadow
trodden on in the shadows —
cooling off
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert
together…yet, apart
Long long ago, my mother’s tender care,
eagerly I think of it.
Held close within my mother’s clothing
there was a different kind of springtime.
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert
silent sunday
weekly photo challenge: split-second story
My happiness
I find
In filling my emptiness.
My emptiness
I create
In seeking happiness.
~Gopal Honnalgere*
Visit The Daily Post @WordPress.com to view this week’s challenge: Split-Second Story…become “a documentary photographer and attempt to capture a candid moment of a person, place, or thing. Put your National Geographic hat on and tell a story by documenting a moment in time through a single image. Capture the thrill of a skate park, or the calmness of a café patio. Let your imagination inspire and guide you.”
cited:
fire in the sea
An Anthology of Poetry and Art
Sue Cowing
weekly photo challenge: reflection
Same Dream, Same Mirror
We have dreamt the same dream
during many unraveling autumns;
one joy, one worry binds us.
…
We put on faces
before the same mirror:
our small flight of swallows
is secure. We hear
inmortal music
on ancient bronze bells.
…
~Chen Yinke*
The Rose is without Why
To view additional images submitted for this week’s photo challenge reflections visit The Daily Post At WordPress.com
*source:
Ancestral intelligence
Vera Schwarcz
New on 500px : Salivating Over her Cake by blindmanshooting by blindmanshooting
from the shadow
of food offerings
the God of Wealth peeks out
~Issa
You can tell how much she likes her sweet cake during her sweet attack by how she holds both pieces in her hand as she savors the flavor in her mouth and last eyes the hand which holds her future bite all at the same time. The joy of food for some is very rewarding. because its where they have the most nerve endings attached to taste buds.
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wordless wednesday xxxiv
visit http://wordlesswednesday.blogspot.com/ to join or view images submitted for this week’s wordless wednesday challenge.
wordless wednesday: xxxi
harbor walk
The eyes will not see that which breaks the heart
timeless experience
in the cessation of craving, we touch that dimension of experience that is timeless;
the playful, unimpeded contingency of things emerging from conditions only to become conditions for something else.
…Known as the ‘womb of awakening’ it is the clearing in the still center of being,
the track on which the centered person moves –
it whispers, “Realize me.”
But no sooner is it glimpsed then it is gone.*
*source: unknown
a meditative journey 
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