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世の中は
何にたとへん
山彦の
こたふる聲の
空しきがごと
Our life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
It's like an echo
resounding through the mountains
and off into the empty sky.
Ryōkan
美しい日本の私
世の中は
何にたとへん
山彦の
こたふる聲の
空しきがごと
Our life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
It's like an echo
resounding through the mountains
and off into the empty sky.
Ryōkan
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liebste roxana, ich freue mich, dass du dieses bild, das mich natürlich berührt (...), gepostet hast!! ich fragte mich nämlich, ob du auch dieses blog schliessen wirst... es wäre sehr schön, wenn es noch eine weile bestehen könnte... alles liebste dir, renée
ReplyDeletemeine Liebste, mach dir keine Sorgen, dieses Blog mache ich weiter, es ist eine zu schoene Welt, die ich mit viel Nostalgie und Freude betrachte... ich mache hier weiter, solange mir die Bilder reichen :-)
Deletemeine schoenste Umarmung und ich melde mich bald :-)
1....hi my beautiful friend. this photograph is beautiful in its seemingly simplistic representation. as we would have it.the zen of the moment- the time worn tea pot teapot and the contemplated conversation with a friend and yet my dream for today is that life can never be protrayed as simple even when we take away our artificially enhanced decor the complexity is there in every life giving breathing molecule.it is not our winding staircases that are complex but the long linear strands of DNA comprised of millions of nucleotides wrapped around the double helix and this orchestrated through the music of the spheres transcripted translated and intrisic to our star 93 million miles away.and so it is not surprising that we are dreamers....
ReplyDeletecat de frumos ai pastelat acest detaliu, exact in nuantele in care ai vrea sa traiesti cateodata, cand se face liniste in jur si rumoarea scade sau e doar vuiet indepartat, in toamna si iarna. stii,aici am gasit un gand de-ale mele din ultima vreme: pentru ca nu am avut vigilenta de odinioara in a simti exact linia aceea care demarcheaza -asa se spune, exista cuvantul asta?-toamna de iarna, in perioada aceasta lucrurile s-au amestecat foarte complex pentru mine si castigul a fost acela de a vedea in mod plin cum toamna se confunda cu oarna. pare o idee cam banala, insa cred ca e fiindca nu stiu eu cum sa zic. vreau sa spun ca nu e doar faptul ca stii ca urmeaza iarna-si ca amandoua au adesea acest fel comun de a se manifesta, ca un ceainic greu, solid, bun pentru amandoua, ca un metal irizat bun pentru amandoua. ca si cand ele ar fi surori sau surori gemene si si-ar putea permite sa se manifeste la fel,in timp ce una a obosit si vrea sa se odihneasca, stiind ca cealalta va veni in locul ei.
ReplyDeletevrajita de aceste imagini, la adapost acolo, langa peretele incercat, incerc sa trec mai departe- in acel loc in care , concomitent,toamna si iarna se odihnesc amandoua; ce este in acel loc? ceaiul, prietenul?...
ce frumos ai scris... si chiar imi spunea James ceva asemanator, cum trec pe nesimtite zilele una intr-alta, toamna in iarna si inapoi, imi pare rau ca nu am comentat mai demult ca aveam si citatul, acum nu mai gasesc mailul.
Deleteam tremurat de incantare cand am vazut aceste ceainice, intr-o camaruta sordida, langa baraca de la intrarea templului unde se vindeau amulete si betisoare de tamaie, nu-mi venea sa cred ca sunt acolo, perfecte, si ca eu le pot vedea si lua cu mine :-)
2. and to continue, yes where was I who knows haha.anyway Roxana yes I was exploring this idea of happiness and external reality and I think the more we depend on external reality for our happiness the less enhancing life will be because of the intricate unique network that we connect to the universe with we can't ever travel our unqique path in external reality.to travel light we have to travel the soul.
ReplyDeleteI don't really know for today anyway if the simplicity of zen brings us closer to the soul or if we have simply chosen this as a truth and that is a disturbing thought that we chose the truth
anyway I don't think that this is what I meant to say a week ago haha.but floating japan always leads me along a diversity of paths. I have been away from the public computers but ofcourse this wont always the the case.
I have been doing a neat dictionnary exercise where you chose a word from the dictionnary and then speak about it as improv. I picked up that idea from an open mike that I attend.well my art is always spontaneous absolutely but speaking is somewhat different than writing.I use computer links when I write randomn dictionnary selections of alliteration etc. but the speaking then is a different process.it is very spontaneous and speed is important so that you are not cosciouslydealing with ideas. it is a cool experience. I am going to continue with this I picked up this idea at an open mike that I sometimes attend. anyway I began about this idea of external and internal pleasure from my dictionnary selection of improv but then I also expanded on the ideas here and thought of new ones here because my beautiful dear your journals are always such a beautiful inspiration to me.
also I have never considered this before but I can see now why rap music races along at break neck speed lest the rapper becomes too consciously aware of what he is doing.
Have a beautiful autumn day. it is still around here these gorgeous leaves. sending you gorgeous golden leaf kisses.
thank you for your thoughtful and thought-provoking comments, Madeleine! yes, it is not easy to deal with the immense complexity of life :-) it is both a source of wonder and anguish... i think all can be seen from endless perspectives, and what appears simple to me can be seen as an extraordinary complex tissue of millions of molecules by a biologist, for ex. i think that zen is there to show us that there is a simple way to go beyond all these questions and perspectives and quieten our mind a little :-)
Deletethis is exactly what a cup of tea brings to me, a bit of quiet and the joy of being there and holding the cup and enjoying the taste and fragrance and colour of tea :-) it seems simple enough, right now!!!
thanks for your beautiful reply.
Delete"it seems simple enough right now" that put a smile on my mind.
hugs
wonderful title for this blog
ReplyDeletethank you fff. it is from a japanese poem which i chose as a motto for this blog:
DeleteOur life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
It's like an echo
resounding through the mountains
and off into the empty sky.
Ryōkan
poate fi ceva mai frumos decat aceasta asteptare sa vina calatorii si prietenii si sa ii imbii cu ceai...
ReplyDeleteeste minunata prima imagine. cum ai surprins, in recea lume a modernitatii existenta traditionalului.
imbietor si aromat. ceaiul care leaga prieteniile.
daaaa :-) e marea lectie a japoniei, pentru mine...
Deleteand by the way-is this really a monk's kettle???????????did you have tea with the monk.
ReplyDeleteHUGS
yes, it is a monk's kettle, i took this picture at a temple. no, the room was empty, i didn't see the monk and haven't had tea there with anybody. though i spoke with them when i bought some incense :-)
Deleteold kettle worn and dented
ReplyDeletefilthy walls greasy stove—
quite the mess
for such a pure mind
as it should be, no? :-)
Delete(she is rejoicing secretly, looking at the mess around her, maybe that is indeed the sign of a pure mind :-)
ps. you should have posted the poem together with the photo, on Baisao.
yes yes and yes to what pensum brings:))) i have come so often just to take in what is so mysteriously and boldly present in the tones reflected off the back of, let's call it - rust, as though that were what the world holds up, not a shiny surface, a pure point of reflection, although the rust is the deeper purity, the more fecund reflection. but then you know this. this is (i believe) why you have given us this photograph.
Deletexo
erin