#shinto
Particles collate, clouds gather
An uprising it seems, stronger together
Resolute it stands, till it holds no further
As any body collapses, under mounting pressure
Little drops to torrential downpour
The inconvenience it brings, just what we abhor
Struggle we must with virtuous patience
If we are to enjoy befallen petrichor
Trees are fed, flowers bloom
From this garden, brilliance loom
As all things present, this too is transient
A reality so poignant, about an existence impermanent
Leaves frail, flowers wither
Consumed by soil from which it consumed
No such thing as eternal bliss
Such are the laws of our symbiosis
We arrive from dust and depart as stench
A reality from which, we shouldn't flinch
As we gaze into a horizon so eternal
All we have, are moments so ephemeral
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
softly, she weeps
warm tears falling,
tracing her contours.
a breeze, so soft,
moves through her.
it's silent tonight,
and so is she.
tendrils of green,
sway above her.
a dance of despair,
of solace and sadness.
and she joins
and moves with the wind.
she thinks and she thinks,
of ephemeral air.
how it stirs and caresses,
then dissipates and departs,
only to sweep across mountains and valleys.
she wishes to be,
no more than a breeze.
gentle but strong,
to be felt by all yet seen by none.
the willow above,
with its weeping green,
grazes her cheeks,
and beckons her gently
to join with those currents,
in their invisible journey.
and so her body fades,
and she leans to the tree,
the drapery of leaves
enfolding her like a lover.
if one were to glance
at the willow tree,
they would see a girl no longer there
would see only tendrils of green,
swaying in the wake of some wind.
in her place,
there is now a silent emptiness.
and the willow still weeps
with joy for her freedom,
in despair that she's gone.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
Those who passed the gate,
don't ask the gate keeper
Those who ask the gate keeper,
haven't yet passed the gate.
It is easy to be indifferent,
and not take action,
Easy to fool one another,
and view morality as an abstraction,
What has long been neglected,
cannot be fixed right away,
Regretting past fault and folly,
Brings potential; Don't stray from The Way.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
---
in
the
crystal
water bubbles
reflecting there are
golden koi
in
the
mossy
depth of feathers
ancient moonlight
is the buoy
around the
blue-grey stone's
alignment
sand is raked
in perfect poise
every
leaf
has its
assignment
crickets make
a creaking noise
---
there
within the
island garden
small and jewel-like
in the grove
amidst
kimono and the obi
there's a peace
the Nippon know
muted colors
placid faces
the paper lanterns
sway and glow
the lords and ladies
sit for hours
where
the
lotus
flowers
grow
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC