Saturday, August 18, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
That's odd
Some salute the flag. Honorably.
Some curse the day they were born.
Me, it's hard to explain.
I prefer odd moments.
Like...wood shavings on wet mulch at dusk.
Some curse the day they were born.
Me, it's hard to explain.
I prefer odd moments.
Like...wood shavings on wet mulch at dusk.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Pardon me, but surely we have...
How many parallel lives are lived every day without our being aware we are living them?
And where is nowhere?
Just that place from which you have stepped from where you thought you were but have never been but in the dream of faint recollection as unexplainable wisps of familiarity brush by like fog on summer night.
Love, being whole, splits easily into many parts -- all of which contain complete and fleeting glimpse of what cannot be grasped.
Worldly people who do not understand meThe 15th of August has long been heart notable. In a parallel world I am with a dear friend in the middle of nowhere.
Call me by my worldly name of Old Zhou.
You invite me to a seven-day religious feast,
But the feast of meditation knows no end.
- Huixu (431-499)
And where is nowhere?
Just that place from which you have stepped from where you thought you were but have never been but in the dream of faint recollection as unexplainable wisps of familiarity brush by like fog on summer night.
Love, being whole, splits easily into many parts -- all of which contain complete and fleeting glimpse of what cannot be grasped.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
You ask where I live?
Issa wrote:
(tsuyu no yo wa tsuyu no yo nagara sari nagara)
(tsuyu no yo wa tsuyu no yo nagara sari nagara)
This dewdrop world,The final words are my final dwelling: "and yet"
is a dewdrop world,
and yet
(Kobayashi Issa, 小林 一茶?, June 15, 1763 - November 19, 1827)
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