A back-yard chrysanthemum

looked at the setting sun

and faded. ~ Kaen (Y Hoffmann, Japanese Death Poems)

When I revisit this (imperfect) image of a section of an Ireland cemetery,  I  find myself being emotionally touched by how the statue seems to speak of life’s aloneness and a yearning for that which will lead us away from suffering.

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Image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge: imperfect

 

I have chosen to remain home today, the 16th of February, to participate in the day without immigrants protest.  Why?

My family history includes incidents in which they encountered resentment, hate, and violence as they sought a new life on this American soil.

In the 19th century, my father’s paternal family heeded a call to “gather to Zion” and thus immigrated to the United States from Denmark as newly converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints  (LDS).  His maternal family left Ireland to settle in Virginia before relocating to the west coast in the 1860s.

My mother’s maternal and paternal families left England in the 18th century and settled in the northeast part of the United States.  Their relationships with Joseph Smith resulted in their relocation to Nauvoo, Illinois before seeking refuge in Salt Lake City, Utah.

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Have you chosen to give voice to this issue?  I would enjoy hearing your thoughts about the events of today.

In this world,

how can you know?

Soon enough you’ll be able

to ask that dark one

who judges the past.

                       ~Izumi Shikibu*

Edward Delaney's famine memorial at the northeast corner of St. Stephen's Green in Dublin Ireland
Edward Delaney’s famine memorial at the northeast corner of St. Stephen’s Green in Dublin Ireland

For additional images submitted for this week’s photo challenge (monument) visit The Daily Post

*cited:

The Ink Dark Moon

Trans: Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani

This week’s Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is all about Road of any type as long as the road is visible … streets of  Dublin, Ireland

On, on I travel

Though I fall and die, let it be

In fields of clover ~Sora*

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Along this road

going with no one

autumn evening ~Basho

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Shinano road —

how many nights now

that moon on the eves? ~Issa

*cited in:

The Narrow Road to Oku

Matsuo Basho

Trans: Donald Keene

In today’s WordPress challenge I’m hoping you’ll put all of that futuristic camera tech to good use, by thinking about the shape of things to come… In a new post created for this challenge, share a picture that says FUTURE TENSE

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The Radiant Buddha said:

Regard this fleeting world like this:

Like stars fading and vanishing at dawn,

Like bubbles on a fast moving stream,

Like morning dewdrops evaporating on blades of grass

Like a candle flickering in a strong wind, echoes, mirages, and phantoms, hallucinations, and like a dream

The Eight Similes of Illusion, from the Prajna Paramita Sutras