Apr 20 2010

delight

My Delight and Thy Delight My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night: My desire and thy desire Twining to a tongue of fire, Leaping live, and laughing higher: Thro’ the everlasting strife In the mystery of life. Love, from whom the world begun, Hath the secret of the sun. Love can [...]

Apr 1 2010

not a poem

A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand becoming, a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature. It is a way [...]

Mar 22 2010

nizar

A Man’s Nature A man needs one minute to love a woman and centuries to forget her …Nizar Qabbani Translated by L. Jayyusi and C. Middleton         In The Summer In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you. Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have [...]

Feb 17 2010

a girl

The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast - Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child – so high – you are, And all this [...]

Feb 9 2010

springtime

    The temple bell stops. But the sound keeps coming out of the flowers.   Matsuo Basho           Its house abandoned, the garden has become home to butterflies.   Iio Sogi (1421-1502)  

Dec 27 2009

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Dec 23 2009

winter haiku

an extract from a lovely haiku by P Noble freshly cut oranges revive memories too deep for sharing orion’s arm reaches over the horizon tossing stars      

Nov 23 2009

thinking

Love. So many different ways to have been in love.   Boncho   thinking… must get back to blogging more often with thanks to Bel-Vedere for the pics

Sep 26 2009

kālidāsa

From Kumārasambhava 5.24 As Parvati is meditating, the first rain drops of the monsoon fall on her: sthitāḥ kṣaṇaṃ pakṣmasu tāḍitādharāḥ payodharotsedhanipātacūrṇitāḥ । valīṣu tasyāḥ skhalitāḥ prapedire cireṇa nābhiṃ prathamodabindavaḥ and two lovely translations: With momentary pause the first drops rest Upon the lash then strike her nether lip, Fracture the ladder of her waist then trip And slowly [...]

Sep 15 2009

a little blake

    Merry Merry Sparrow Under leaves so green A happy Blossom Sees you swift as arrow Seek your cradle narrow Near my Bosom. Pretty Pretty Robin Under leaves so green A happy Blossom Hears you sobbing sobbing Pretty Pretty Robin Near my Bosom. from Songs of Innocence and of Experience by William Blake Continue reading