Monday, January 1, 2018

"And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been."
Rainer Maria Rilke

Sunday, December 31, 2017

"I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're doing something." 
Neil Gaiman

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Abandon this fleeting world, abandon yourself,
Then the moon and flowers will guide you along the Way.
- Ryokan

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Haiku - Boncho

Snow swallowed valley:
The river alone painted
A black, winding line.

Monday, December 25, 2017

Family asleep,
wind howling around the house,
gifts wait patiently.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Shades of the NW,
gray, silver, green, brown dampness,
visits the NE.

Friday, December 22, 2017

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
- Claude Monet

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Traveling through dreams,
through year's longest evening,
grateful light returns.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Today's tanka

Like the sunflower
May my face turn in delight
Towards the sunlight.
Today the clouds obscure you,
Maybe tomorrow it clears.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Lucky harbingers -
chickadee out my window,
woodpecker swooping.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

The Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
- Mary Oliver

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Smudge of a sunset
rests above the low, dark hills,
barely after five.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

The winds of grace are blowing all the time,
You have only to raise your sail.

Sri Ramakrishna

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Lawns layered in gold.
Seagulls, crows - flocking, squawking -
blackbirds line the wires.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Brightest blue of sky,
leaves floating and drifting down -
after last night's freeze.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

All the rose bushes,
heedless of tomorrow's freeze,
 profusely blooming!

Monday, November 6, 2017

First, one must get to know oneself. Then, having become familiar with oneself, one can live one’s life more deeply. Living one’s life more deeply is the meaning of dharma.
— Karmapa Ogyen Trinley Dorje

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Brisk fall afternoon
beautiful slanting sunshine
day of remembrance.


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