The shadows of the t’ung tree, glistening and clear,
having just passed,
Bells under the eaves tinkle in the wind,
breaking off my daytime sleep.
In a dream I found myself in a painted hall with no one around,
And only a pair of swallows softly threading zither strings.
translated by Irving Y. Lo
early morning
sun creeps up
and lights
the world
as coffee
opens eyes
to watch
the area lit
food on tables
music speeches
partake partake
break fast
as a community
shake the dust
from the boots
the eyes
the heart
home again
This morning is the beginning of my last leg(s) of my visit here in the US.
First to New Jersey for a fast-breaking (I’m sure I’m forgiven because it’s family) barbecue with my brothers.
Then Sunday. a reunion with some of my old staff from my ESL days.
Monday, it’s visiting old friends (including my family dentist of two generations), returning the rental car (trains & subways from this day forward), the Turkish Consulate to get my passport stamped for my work visa, a visit with an old friend from the days I lived on the West Side of NYC in the early 1970s, last minute errands, maybe a last dinner in Manhattan with a special friend.
Tuesday the Consulate once again to pick up my passport/pay the fee and then seeing the last love of my life and getting my mail.
Wednesday, JFK and home.
Sooooo, I shall be a sporadic blogger until settled once again in Istanbul on Thursday.
Be well all of you and to Jeff & Emily, my real life friends now, thanks for my visit which was a special treat. All you other friends & family know that already.
Me in the mountains and now you’ve left
Sunset, I close the peelpole door.
Next spring when grass is green,
Will you return once more?
translated by Gary Snyder
there’s nothing to prove
to anyone
except oneself
there’s that code
of ethics
you follow
at all costs
and if the world
doesn’t understand you
it also
doesn’t change you
and the woman
who will love you
will love you
because you are
who you are
comfortable
in your own skin
to find
the heart’s desire
one must remove
the dust
from one’s eyes
The boat rocks at anchor by the misty island
Sunset, my loneliness comes again.
In these vast wilds the sky arches down to the trees,
In the clear river water, the moon draws near.
translated by Gary Snyder
Spring sleep, not yet awake to dawn,
I am full of birdsongs.
Throughout the night the sounds of wind and rain
Who knows what flowers fell.
translated by Gary Snyder
The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.
In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.
To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:
stay together
leave the flowers
go light
Being Present for the Moment
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