Dew evaporates
And all our world is dew…so dear,
So fresh, so fleeting.
~ Issa, 1763 – 1828, on the death of his child
Notes:
- Haiku: Thank you Karl @ Mindfulbalance.
- Photo: “Thousand drops of light” by Arindam Sen (via dragonfly)
Tag: Haiku
Thundering Hubbub
Nothing is wrong.
The mind says that
Something is wrong which activates
An inner drive to do something
It is thought alone that destroys your peace.
~ Wu Hsin, excerpt from Morning Statements from This Too: The Water Cave Tutelage
Photograph: Patty Maher via Aberrant Beauty
Lice? Hmmm. The rest? Zen Mastery.
Ryokan was a Zen master, hermit, calligrapher, and poet. He was known for his great kindness – he would pick lice out of his robe, place them outside so that they could get some sun and then later put them back into his robe. He smiled continuously, and people said that when he visited they felt “as if spring had come on a dark winter’s day.” He took the name “Great Fool” for himself. When a thief stole his few simple possessions, he wrote this famous haiku:
The thief left it behind:
the moon
at my window.
Notes:
- Ryōkan Taigu (良寛大愚?) (1758–1831) Biography
- Quote Source: Roderick MacIver, A Pause for Beauty
- Moon gif: Pleiadian-starseed
Situations running through my head
4:00 am. Tuesday morning.
Headphones strapped on. A Pandora Mix of David Gray.
Situations running through my head.
Three good nights of sleep to rejuvenate the soul. A Southern Baptist Preacher, arms reaching for the Heavens: Praise the Lord.
If there is a God, she sang The Best Thing I Never Had on The Voice last night. Beth Spanger, a young lady from Aiken, S.C. I see Light, the woman is Light.
After fifty odd years, I find Molière and Le Misanthrope (1666). Les doutes sont fâcheux plus que toute autre chose. (Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths. Act III, sc. v.).
I’ve ratcheted it up. Read. Watch. See. More. More. More. Faster.
Yet, not fast enough. Continue reading “Situations running through my head”
I am alive and walking
How important it must be to someone
that I am alive and walking,
and that I have written these poems.
This morning the sun stood right at the end of the road
and waited for me.”
~ Ted Kooser. March 20, The vernal equinox. Continue reading “I am alive and walking”