winter has begun–

trees alive and dead

indistinguishable

                                                            ~Mitsuhashi Takajo*

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*cited:

Far Beyond the Field

Makoto Ueda

 

Long long ago, my mother’s tender care,

eagerly I think of it.

Held close within my mother’s clothing

there was a different kind of springtime.

                                                      ~Buson*

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*cited:

Haiku Master Buson

Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert

in the cessation of craving, we touch that dimension of experience that is timeless;

the playful, unimpeded contingency of things emerging from conditions only to become conditions for something else. 

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…Known as the ‘womb of awakening’ it is the clearing in the still center of being,

the track on which the centered person moves –

it whispers, “Realize me.”  

But no sooner is it glimpsed then it is gone.*

*source:  unknown