Forgetfulness is the darkness,
mindfulness is the light. ~Thich Nhat Hanh
window
weekly photo challenge: edge
wpc: windows

Nikon D750 f/5.6 1/30 50mm 200 ISO
black & white sunday: windows
weekly photo challenge: edge

You are invited to participate in photo challenge: Edge
black and white sunday: windows
the way things are…
through my worthless window
days grow longer
~Issa*
Inspired by Lost in Translation
*cited:
photo 101: glass & squared
weekly photo challenge: window
In the aging house,
crookedness of the door being straightened,
a spring-like winter day.
~Buson*
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*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Yuki Sawa & Edith Shiffert
window of understanding
The remarkable thing about deja vu, or other vivid experiences of recollection,
is that they are vested with significances that we cannot put into words.
At an earlier time, whatever happened might have seemed important, or might not.
But the recollection is charged with relevance, and tears flow for no reason.
Robert Aitken, A Zen Wave
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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