Because of this, sad, sad has the whole day been to me. You must go forth and journey, far, very far. The time has come when you, the maiden, must go. The light boat ascends the great river. Your particular bitterness is to have none from whom you may claim support. I have cherished you. I have pondered over you. I have been increasingly gentle and tender to you. A child taken from those who have cared for it— On both sides separation brings the tears which will not cease. Facing this, the very centre of the bowels is knotted. It is your duty, you must go. It is scarcely possible to delay farther. ... ~Wei Ying-Wu (cited: Trans: F Ayscough & A Lowell, Fir-Flower Tablets
Photograph submitted in response to The Life of B’s monthly square challenge … the absolute rule – Your main photograph must be square in shape!
Once upon a time
A tiny striped caterpillar
Burst from the egg
Which had been home
For so long.
"Hello world," he said.
"It sure is bright out here in the sun."
(excerpt from Trina Paulus, Hope for the Flowers)
Fun striped and checked findings for Leya’s lens-artists photo challenge!
Glazed silk, newly cut, smooth, glittering, white,
As white, as clear, even as frost and snow.
Perfectly fashioned into a fan,
Round, round, like the brilliant moon,
Treasured in my Lord's sleeve, taken out, put in—
Wave it, shake it, and a little wind flies from it.
How often I fear the Autumn Season's coming
And the fierce, cold wind which scatters the blazing heat.
Discarded, passed by, laid in a box alone;
Such a little time, and the thing of love cast off.