Monday, December 28, 2009

Behold

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I existed












from eternity














and













behold












I am here













and I shall












exist till the












end of time











for my being












has no end













Kahlil Gibran

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Single Unison

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I clean my teeth in water
drawn from a cold well
And while I brush my clothes
I purify my mind











Then, slowly turning pages
in the Tree-Leaf Book,
I recite, along the path
to the eastern shelter












...The world has forgotten
the true fountain of this teaching
And people enslave themselves
to miracles and fables












Under the given words
I want the essential meaning
I look for the simplest way
to sow and reap my nature











Here in the quiet
of the priest's temple courtyard
Mosses add their climbing colour
to the thick bamboo













And now comes the sun
out of mist and fog
And pines that seem
to be new-bathed;












And everything is gone from me
speech goes, and reading
Leaving the single unison













Reading Buddhist Classics with Zhao at his Temple in the Early Morning

by Liu Zongyuan  773-819

Tang Dynasty writer
and master of free and simple prose
of the early Chinese philosophers




All artworks except the final image
are by Chen Jun





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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Proteas

Proteas...







I have posted on Proteas before
so I won't repeat myself


I suggest
for background information
you might like to visit
Gondwanaland


and for variety look at
and Protean Proteas












to accompany
this bunch of proteas
I offer you
these lines











of Persian poet
Mahmud Kianush
called

Of Life











Let your words
be like a wild flower













a smile of azure













with a tiny mouth of gold













in the naked sunshine
of a desert













as blissful as the kiss
of a mother












When you talk of life













it seems as if on the road













we are confronted
with a rock













unsightly and huge,













happened to be there













for no known reason,













unyielding to all solutions.













Let your words fly













lightly in the sun













like













butterflies.

















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