May 27 2009

when i am an old woman

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin slippers, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I [...]

May 19 2009

perplexity

Perplexity I had no wish to be stone-hearted and drive the dreams from her eyes. Desire urged me to wake her but my hand shrank from reaching out to her. She seemed to find joy in her eyelids and would not depart from them. Woe to my heart! How was it not destroyed by the sight [...]

May 16 2009

kiss the earth

Kiss the Earth By Thich Nhat Hanh Walk and touch peace every moment. Walk and touch happiness every moment. Each step brings a fresh breeze. Each step makes a flower bloom. Kiss the Earth with your feet. Bring the Earth your love and happiness. The Earth will be safe when we feel safe in ourselves.        

May 15 2009

thoughts

    Thoughts When all thoughts Are exhausted I slip into the woods And gather A pile of shepherd’s purse. Like the little stream Making its way Through the mossy crevices I, too, quietly Turn clear and transparent. Zen Master Ryokan     Continue reading

May 14 2009

pablo neruda

  I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of [...]

May 14 2009

falling blossoms

Those falling blossoms all return to the branch when I watch butterflies Moritake

May 14 2009

basho summer

  Spring is over, but I can tell it hasn’t been gone for long. Azaleas continue in bloom, wild wisteria hangs from the pine trees, and a cuckoo now and then passes by. I even have greetings from the jays, and woodpeckers that peck at things, though I don’t really mind-in fact, I rather [...]

Apr 24 2009

Ch’ien Ch’i

  Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies, Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows. I envy you, drunk with flowers, Butterflies swirling in your dreams.   Ch’ien Ch’i

Apr 24 2009

Tu Fu

  Written on the wall at Chang’s hermitage   It is Spring in the mountains. I come alone seeking you. The sound of chopping wood echoes Between the silent peaks. The streams are still icy. There is snow on the trail. At sunset I reach your grove In the stony mountain pass. You want nothing, although at night You [...]

Apr 18 2009

Qabbani: The perfume seen…