ryokan

Come again,

if you don’t mind

pushing your way through

dewy eulalia blossoms

to reach this twig-bound hut.

~Ryokan (cited: K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)

Nikon D750 f/4 1/100s 28mm
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meeting…parting

We meet and we part,

Coming and going — hearts like passing clouds.

Except for the marks of a frosty-hair brush,

human traces are hard to find.

~Ryokan (K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)

street

no trespassing

Again

I sneak into your garden

to eat arena berries.

(Please keep yourself hidden

until I go away!)

~Ryokan, cited in: K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind

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During a recent photo walk, I found myself ignoring a “no trespassing” sign while silently rehearsing innocent detail.  If I had not been somewhat oppositional, I would have missed this interesting chair being re-weaved by nature as well as a water lily pond and a kingfisher. Much the same as Ryokan, 190+ years ago, I found myself hoping the homeowners would keep themselves hidden until I went away.

vulgar songs fill the days…

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Customs become diluted year after year.

Both the noble and the common decline.

The human mind grows fragile with time;

the ancestral way becomes fainter day by day.

Teachers can’t see past the name of their school;

students enable their teachers’ narrow-mindedness.

They are glued to each other,

unwilling to change.

Thornbushes grow around high halls,

fragrant flowers wither in the weeds.

Vulgar songs fill the days.

Who will expound the luminous teaching?

Ah, I, a humble one,

have encountered this era.

When a great house is about to crumble,

a stick cannot keep it from falling.

Unable to sleep on a clear night,

I toss in bed, …

~Ryokan, 1796-1816 (K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)

black & white sunday: after and before

See and realize 

that this world

is not permanent.

Neither late nor early flowers

will remain.

~Ryokan (K Tanahashi: Sky Above, Great Wind)

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An early summer morning in Poudre Canyon…submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge

cache la poudre river

If someone asks

where I live,

say:

“The farthest end of

the heavenly river shore.”

~Ryokan (K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)

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Cache la Poudre River

The headwaters of the Cache la Poudre River, also known as the Poudre River, are in the Front Range in Larimer County.  The river descends from the northern part of Rocky Mountain National Park through the Poudre Canyon before it meanders across the plains  of northeastern Colorado on it’s journey towards the South Platte River.

The name of the river (French for “Hide the Powder”) is a corruption of the original Cache a la Poudre or “cache of powder”.  It refers to an incident in the 1820s when French trappers, buried part of their gunpowder along the banks of the river during a snowstorm.

cited:  wikipedia