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across a concealed blue sky, drifting signs
imaginary birds and dragons, in flight
aimless shifting stories, impermanent
gathering and dispersing, obscure particles
empty of clouds
post inspired by Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday
of this dewdrop world
a shoe lost
it’s a dewdrop world
surely it is…
~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
trailed of clouds
the layered memories
of time forever gone
stands between us now
within dewdrops of autumn
Abel Korzeniowski…”Going Somewhere”
compared to last year,
this has been even more loneliness —
~Buson (Trans: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson
“for us to survive, both as individuals and as a species, we need a revolution in consciousness.”Love Letter to the Earth, Thich Nhat Hanh, April 21, 2019 Plum Village
Another with same thoughts
May be gazing at the pale morning moon
Of the Long-night month–
No sight is more sorrowful
Trans: AS Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
BELOVED MOTHER OF ALL THINGS
“I bow my head before you as I look deeply and recognise that you are present in me and that I’m a part of you. I was born from you and you are always present, offering me everything I need for my nourishment and growth. My mother, my father, and all my ancestors are also your children. We breathe your fresh air. We drink your clear water. We eat your nourishing food. Your herbs heal us when we’re sick. …
“Sometimes I forget. Lost in the confusions and worries of daily life, I forget that my body is your body, and sometimes even forget that I have a body at all. Unaware of the presence of my body and the beautiful planet around me and within me, I’m unable to cherish and celebrate the precious gift of life you have given me. Dear Mother, my deep wish is to wake up to the miracle of life. I promise to train myself to be present for myself, my life, and for you in every moment. I know that my true presence is the best gift I can offer to you, the one I love.”
~ Thich Nhat Hanh, Love Letter to the Earth Plum Village
My legacy –
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn … ~Ryokan (1758 – 1831)
Trans: J Stevens, Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf
In the dead of night, moon-gazing,
The thought of the deep mountain affrighted,
Yet longings for the mountain village
At all other moments filled my heart.
~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Image and poem submitted in response to Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday challenge.
a clear sky
at high noon…
walking out alone
~Issa (cited: www.haikuguy.com)
Ten years it took
To build my little cottage.
Now the cool wind inhabits half of it
And the rest is filled with moonlight.
There is no place left for the mountain and the stream
So I guess they will have to stay outside.
~Song Sun (1493-1583) Trans: V O Baron & C S Park
Wyoming landscape and poetry submitted in response to Amy’s (The World is a Book) lens-artists photo challenge: countryside and/or small towns.