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Weekend Meditation

Renga With … waiting for the full moon

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #116 Renga With … waiting for the full moon

in nooks and corners
cold remains:
flowers of the plum                          © Buson

spring breeze toys with my jacket
gilling the folds with winter

a dandelion
now and then interrupting
the butterfly’s dream                        © Chiyo-Ni

meadow grasses gently sway
on the edges of my dreams

the thunderstorm having cleared up
the evening sun shines on a tree
where a cicada is chirping               © Shiki

the laziness of summer
encompassing the last light

ancient warriors ghosts
mists over the foreign highlands –
waiting for the full moon                © Chèvrefeuille

this midsummer’s night I too
await the goddess

the autumn wind:
thickets and fields also,
Fuha Barrier                                      © Basho

leaves swirl in the shallow waters
bumping the rock of Fuha

simply trust:
do not also the petals flutter down,
just like that                                      © Issa

Autumn’s colorful dance
will give way to a new spring

A Stone For A Pillow

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #115 Transformation … a stone for a pillow


ishi makura shite ware semi ka naki shigure

a stone for a pillow
me, just another cicada …
so shrill, like crying

© Kawabata Boshatitle


so shrill, this cicada
both with a bed of hard rock
I also cry this long night
the morning will come too soon
but shadows will linger on

Her Gentle Spirit

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #68 Tan Renga With Jane Reichhold “her gentle spirit”

Haiku © Jane Reichhold

the hour silent
before the birds awake
waves on sand

sunrise peaks above the horizon
warm water laps at my feet

flat seas
with the butterfly’s flight
a certain calm

in the heat of the day
finding rest under a tree

a certain calm
n summer’s passing

yellow leaf  drifts from a branch
a taste of autumn wind

Holiday Troiku


Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #62 Troiku for the holidays …


piece of straw
blown off into emptiness
a new beginning

© Chèvrefeuille

piece of straw
carefully woven with red
Christmas Star

blown of into the emptiness
last notes of a song
a mother’s lullaby

a new beginning
full moon shining
pathway in the dark

The Republic

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #61


Plato’s “The Republic”:

[…] “I will tell you, Socrates, he said, what my own feeling is. Men of my age flock together; we are birds of a feather, as the old proverb says; and at our meetings the tale of my acquaintance commonly is–I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life. Some complain of the slights which are put upon them by relations, and they will tell you sadly of how many evils their old age is the cause. But to me, Socrates, these complainers seem to blame that which is not really in fault. For if old age were the cause, I too being old, and every other old man, would have felt as they do. But this is not my own experience, nor that of others whom I have known. How well I remember the aged poet Sophocles, when in answer to the question, How does love suit with age, Sophocles,–are you still the man you were? Peace, he replied; most gladly have I escaped the thing of which you speak; I feel as if I had escaped from a mad and furious master. His words have often occurred to my mind since, and they seem as good to me now as at the time when he uttered them. For certainly old age has a great sense of calm and freedom; when the passions relax their hold, then, as Sophocles says, we are freed from the grasp not of one mad master only, but of many. The truth is, Socrates, that these regrets, and also the complaints about relations, are to be attributed to the same cause, which is not old age, but men’s characters and tempers; for he who is of a calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.

I listened in admiration, and wanting to draw him out, that he might go on–Yes, Cephalus, I said: but I rather suspect that people in general are not convinced by you when you speak thus; they think that old age sits lightly upon you, not because of your happy disposition, but because you are rich, and wealth is well known to be a great comforter.”[…] (Plato’s The Republic)

evils of old age
creep in stripping away
the pleasures of youth


youth and old age
character and temper
determine happiness


Red River Gorge

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #60 The Quest For A Masterpiece goes on … journey

Red River Gorge


Deep in the woods surrounded by sandstone walls. The damp smell of decaying autumn leaves mingles with pine.  The only sound the cascading leaves as the bounce off other branches and the occasional  rustling of your shoes.  We hike past the cathedral windows carefully picking our way along a narrow ledge.  I peer over the edge and take a step back.  The path disappearing in the undergrowth. We hike further then we feel anyone has gone.  Reaching for a rough ledge I pull myself up, only to make a realization that many have been here before and left their mark.

RedRiver cairnIMG_2712.JPG

deep in the woods
totems decorate an outcrop
honoring the gods

Weekend Meditation #56 Crossroads (2)

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #56 Crossroads

Fussion Haiku

the winter river;
down it come floating
flowers offered to Buddha

© Buson

just outside the gate
the road slopes downward
winter trees

© Shiki


flowers of autumn
captured in the winter river
gated until spring

Weekend Meditation # 56 Crossroads

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #56 Crossroads

Fussion Haiku

a strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky             © Basho

the pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain                    © Issa


autumn skies
the pheasant’s cry
kisses the mountain

Sweet Perfume

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #54 Crossroads Crystal Brook (troiku)

crystal brook
reflects the willow trees
birds sing their song

sweet perfume
memories of a loved one
Jasmine blossom

© Yozakura

jasmine scent
stirred by the brook
birdsong memories

jasmine scent
her sweet perfume

stirred by the brook
cattails gently sway
against the pail blue sky

birdsong memories
how I long for summer
carefree days

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