He saw that his own mind was present in every phenomenon in the universe. …Our own mind is the source of all phenomena. Form, sound, smell, taste, and tactile perception such as hot and cold, hard and soft – these are all creations of our mind. They do not exist as we usually think they do. Our consciousness is like an artist, painting every phenomenon into being.
Thich Nhat Hanh, Old Path White Clouds
May that lady live one thousand years who guards the flowers!
My sleeves are wet with thankful tears
As though I had been working
In a garden of dewy chrysanthemums.
~Murasaki Shikibu (Trans: A Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
This image of a collection of beard’s goats
is being submitted to a challenge posed by Musin’ With Susan.
In an old temple
deep in Mount Koya,
I listen to raindrops
falling from a cedar tree.
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
jewels of rain, falling
in a dream
a long hard journey
rain beating down the meadow
like a wanderer’s feet
this print and others are available through Fine Art
This life of ours would not cause you sorrow
if you thought of it as like
the mountain cherry blossoms
which bloom and fade in a day.
this print and others are now available through Fine Art America
Women Poets of Japan
K Rexroth & I Atsumi