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
lens-artists photo challenge – magical
long exposure photography
I am a rock, I am a…
to a massive rock
grow quickly my pebble…
Ishitaro
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com
Simon & Garfunkel – I am a Rock”
cache la poudre river
the rivers have
an ancient darkness…
cuckoo
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
drops
All know that the drop merges into the ocean,
but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.
~Kabir Das
tell me, sir, where’s the distinction?
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)
big thompson canyon
weekly photo challenge: orange
Image submitted in response to Jenn’s (Traveling at Wits End) weekly photo challenge: orange.
wordless wednesday
wordless wednesday
my heart fades…
While watching
the long rains falling on this world
my heart, too, fades
with the unseen color
of the spring flowers.
~Ono no Komachi (J Hirshfield & M Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon)
