Inhale, exhale
Forward, back
Living, dying:
Arrows, let flow each to each
Meet midway and slice
The void in aimless flight-
Thus I return to the source ~Gesshu Soko
Hoffmann (Japanese Death Poems, p. 97) notes that within this poem the arrows after hitting in midair do not fall to the ground, but continue in directionless flight through empty space. He further states that the image within this poem tells of a state of consciousness in which the concept of the ordinary mind forming one’s outlook on the world have vanished and polarities (good-bad, life-death) are embraced in an enlightened being.
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Magical image!
Thank you. I am finding that some of the blogs I follow are overshadowed by other followed blogs…but did have the opportunity to visit a couple of your past posting…I enjoy your creative eye.
Perfect match of poetry and photo. One complements the other beautifully.
Thank you Danita…I find myself looking forward to your feedback