The river is partly ice. The sky is partly cloudy. I am partly awake.~Son Rivers 2007
The car is somewhat driving itself this time of morning, as the late January dawn arrives noticeably earlier. Most things can now be seen.
The trees look dead, but I know they’re not. A pile of wood stacked for burning also looks dead, but I sense it’s not. Things may look dead but they’re really not; it’s our thought that makes them seem that way.
Science says electrons circle everywhere and quantum waves of amber grain are crashing deep beneath the surfaces we think as solid and secure. Our spirit has been telling us that same old thing since time was immemorial.
It’s time to come back from out the dark.
A PASSING MOMENT
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This is my rather loose translation of a hokku by Ōemaru, who lived into
the first five years of the 19th century. For a moment,Autumn seen on the
hillsAt ...
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