a broken dream–
where do they go
the butterflies?
~Ichimu*
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cited
*Japanese Death Poems
Yoel Hoffmann
My own shadow
trodden on in the shadows
cooling off
~Buson*
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*cited
Haiku Before Haiku
Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert
During a weekend drive on the back roads of eastern Wyoming, we found ourselves invited to wander about this abandoned home and ponder what dreams once filled these rooms.
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For cicada
the branches of a single tree
are a forest grove.
~Socho*
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*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Steven Carter
OLD FORM
Did Chuang Chou dream
he was a butterfly,
Or the butterfly
that it was Chuang Chou?
In one body’s
metamorphoses,
All is present,
infinite virtue!
You surely know
Fairlyland’s oceans
Were made again
a limpid brooklet,
Down at Green Gate
the melon gardener
Once used to be
Marquis of Tung-ling?
Wealth and honour
were always like this:
You strive and strive,
but what do you seek?
~Li Po*
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submitted for this week’s photo challenge: Work of Art.
cited:
*Li Po and Tu Fu
Trans:Arthur Cooper
In my secret heart
I give thanks
To my children
On a frosty night
~Issa*
For this week’s photo challenge, share your interpretation of “on the move.” You can be the subject of your image, or you might want to experiment with movement or transportation in a different way.
*cited
The Year of My Life
Trans: Oraga Haru
…We just find our selves here.
With our individual birth we just ‘wake up’ and discover ourselves in the midst of an extraordinary world of beauty and sorrow.
All around us we see exquisite and exquisitely subtle orders played out effortlessly. …it is all just here and we are just here to see it…*
a broad photo of angel-wing begonia blossoms placed with a coffee cup with a book making up the background.
various elements of each blossom interacting within as well as with the other blossoms
close up of an angel-wing begonia blossom
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*source:
The Mystery I’m Thankful for
Adam Frank
NPR, 12.22.2112
Insight is awareness and oneness, the openness itself, without concepts or a separation between a ‘self’ and the object being experienced…at first, our minds can seem like such a ragged and disorderly place, disturbed by the slightest sound, thought or impulse. Seeing the moving, restless character of the mind is the first step toward concentration…Concentration on an object without any wavering is the training of tranquillity…Again and again, gently but firmly bring your awareness to…without being rigid or aggressive, we should come back to…*
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*cited source: unknown
I raise the mirror of my life
Up to my face: sixty years.
With a s wing I smash the reflection–
The world as usual
All in its place.
~ Taigen Sofu*
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cited in:
Japanese Death Poems
complied by Yod Hoffmann
for the cuckoo I wait
here in the capital beneath the vain skies of hoping ~Buson*
waiting….Toronto airport
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*cited in:
The Classic Tradition of Haiku
Ed: Faubion Bowers
Every life is a point of view directed upon the universe. Strictly speaking, what one life sees no other can. Every individual, . . . is an organ, for which there can be no substitute, constructed for the apprehension of truth . . . Without the development, the perpetual change and the inexhaustible series of adventures which constitute life, the universe, or absolutely valid truth, would remain unknown . . . Reality happens to be like a landscape, possessed of an infinite number of perspectives, all equally veracious and authentic. The sole false perspective is that which claims to be the only one there is. ~José Ortega y Gasset
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if some great idea takes hold of us from outside, we must understand that it takes hold of us only because something in us responds to it, and goes out to meet it. ~C. G. Jung
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a meditative journey 
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