Tag Archives: fractals

discarded rose

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single rose
on the pavement-
crossroads

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New moon

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the moon
waxes and wanes-
samsara

Happy Mothers Day

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every breath
is a gift-
spring morning

Buddha smiles

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children plant
flowers in temple garden-
Buddha smiles

Today the dharma school children planted in the garden. It was a joy to watch them interact with the Earth.

sleepless night

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artillery fire
disturbs my slumber-
monsoon season

excruciatingly real

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storms rips the
tree out by its roots.
wave after wave

Today’s posting is quite a bit late but as I am still working on my 365 haiku a day challenge I pushed to get this one in. After a few weeks of relative pain free days I was hit with serious waves last night. If you have ever seen the movie “Predator” and the scene where the alien is ripping the spine out of its target then you know what I felt like last night! But, since all things are impermanent I knew that it would pass. Meditating on the pain, stretching and rest helped it pass. This was the first time I was able to meditate and focus on such levels of pain. The experience was interesting to say the least. At first the pain was overwhelming but slowly I was able to look at it and soon I the pain, while still there, seemed to be outside of me and not as intense. The focus this took was exhausting so I took some medication and a nap. I am happy to say that the pain today reminded me of the reality of impermanence and I am grateful for this lesson.

Shotgun wedding

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under the moon
two lovers embrace..
shotgun wedding

Mental squall

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during the storm
waves devour the rocks-
mental squall

While is NOT. A haiku I felt compelled to write it after a turbulent meditation where my mind had difficulty settling down.

Haiku by Issa

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on honorable Buddha’s
honorable nose
an icicle

mi-botoke no o-hana no saki e tsurara kana

.御仏の御鼻の先へつらら哉

by Issa, 1814

On one hand, Issa makes fun of the Buddha sporting an undignified icicle dangling from the tip of his nose. Deeper, we sense his sympathy for the Buddha, who endures cold weather for mankind’s sake–recalling a haiku of 1813: hito no tame shigurete owasu hotoke kana for our sake enduring the winter rain… stone Buddha

source: http://cat.xula.edu/issa/

Story: the unpaintable

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What is it that moves you?