Though the waterfall
Ceased its flowing long ago,
And its sound is stilled,
Yet, in name it ever flows,
And in fame may yet be heard. ~ Fujiwara no Kinto
Patti invited bloggers to explore the movement of objects or people. Since it is a bit too hot this weekend to go on a photo walkabout, I wandered through some old files. I hope you enjoy.
Rain, hail, snow, and ice;
All are different,
But when they fall
They become the same water
As the valley stream
~Ikkyu Sojun
Image and poem submitted in response to Leya’s photo challenge: magical
to a massive rock
grow quickly my pebble…
Ishitaro
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com
Simon & Garfunkel – I am a Rock”
the rivers have
an ancient darkness…
cuckoo
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
All know that the drop merges into the ocean,
but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.
~Kabir Das
The river and its waves are one surf:
where is the difference between the river and its waves?
When the wave rises, it is the water;
and when it falls, it is the same water again.
Tell me, Sir, where is the distinction?
Because it has been named as wave,
shall it no longer be considered as water?
~Kabir Das (One Hundred Poems by Kabir, Trans: Rabindranath Tagore)
Image submitted in response to Jenn’s (Traveling at Wits End) weekly photo challenge: orange.
A Meditative Journey with Saldage 
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