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Monday, 16 November 2015

Everything is restful
















The tranquil shade of rain.

The roofs, grass and path
in the yellow light
shining warm.

Bright greetings from tree branches.

Empty
the mind and the body
in sweetness.

Restfully.



















Monday, 19 October 2015

Changing behaviour
























A morning hill without people.

Yellow blossoms
between rocks.

Soft red leaves.

In a kind blanket of fog,

the sky brightens.  




















Monday, 5 October 2015

Everything is bright












The sky that is not busy.
The clouds that are not busy.

One bird
on the horizontal bar
of the early morning hill.

The day unfolding
naturally,
comfortably.

Smiles.




















Monday, 21 September 2015

Cherishing myself and others


















In one corner of the late summer evening,
small flowers in blossom
by the quiet evening light.

Wet hair.
A gentle breeze blowing.

A lovely clear, pure sound
from the leaves and grass under a tree.

Something I hear for the first time.
The sound of crickets.






















Monday, 7 September 2015

No made-up words









             

                                                                                                           

































For the benefit of all.




















Monday, 31 August 2015

Dried tangerine peels, Lah Lah ~ Li Li ~ Li Lah ~ Lah























Lah Lah ~ Li Li ~ Li Lah ~ Lah

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In tender light,
the kindness that is looking at us with warmth.

The rain and sunshine.
The earth and sky.
The air and soil.

Take a rest

following our heart.

And be
always here.
















Won Kang, Lah Lah ~ Li Li ~ Li Lah ~ Lah  2015






















Monday, 24 August 2015

Breathe, my dear...







































Stop.

Comfortably.


Breathe in,
breathe out.

Comfortably.


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I know that I am breathing in,

I know that I am breathing out.



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Smile.

Comfortably.



Do easy things.




















Monday, 17 August 2015

Naturally
















































All kinds of sounds twittering.
All sorts of things coming and going.

The birdsong
that makes a mountain deeper.

It becomes
a mountain that snugly, silently deepens.

Cultivate and cultivate
our mind and body,
do it again and again

like petals falling
in a quiet place of no wind.




















Monday, 10 August 2015

Grateful for everything different from me, Silver Spoon





















Shining with

Silver Spoon

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Grateful for
everything different from me






Hachiken sitting on the back of a horse with his back straight.
The mind and body cringing disappear.
The world he sees for the first time.

The landscape we cannot see on our own.

Different types,
different values,
different environments born and raised.
What the unknown brings us.

The world that shines quietly and brightly.

The wind mixed with autumn.
Glittering leaves.

A fresh, verdant shade.

Hearing the sound of cicadas,
not hearing the sound of cicadas,
  both are summer.  














Hiromu Arakawa, Silver Spoon 銀の匙  2013


  


















Monday, 3 August 2015

Returning to wisdom














The clear, transparent sound of birds singing
in the arms of morning rain showers.

The grand sound of thunder.

Let the mind land
in the cool shade:

A fearful mind,
an anxious mind,
an angry mind,
a worried mind,
a foolish mind.

There is
no likes and dislikes,
no taking what we want and throwing away what we don’t want.

Take a deep breath

being enfolded in kind mist
with tender light.

Look brightly
all the time.























































Monday, 27 July 2015

Tiger beans, Unflappable












































Unflappable 

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The season of rain.
The song of cicadas.

Grateful shade.

Numerous galaxies
twinkling in the kitchen.

Unflappable mind in any circumstances,
unselfish mind.

Always. 















Won Kang, Univers infini 2015 










































Monday, 20 July 2015

It is all for us










































A new morning.
A new wind.

A new light.
New air.

The song of birds on the wind,
rambling through the woods.

Looking at clouds
in a blanket of green leaves.

The world full of mysterious, wonderful things

that is prepared for us,
that exists for us.   

















Monday, 29 June 2015

Rubus coreanus jam, In contented peace

























In contented peace


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A sweet and sour flavour.
The seeds popping out.

The refreshing joy of last autumn
that they still bring.

The deepening night.

Stars are in the clear sky and
water is in the lake.

The wisdom of our ancestors.

The wonders of everyday life 
   
   with ourselves found by us.  












Won Kang, Sagesse  2015
























Monday, 22 June 2015

Free and comfortable












































I am
where I should be.

I do
what I can.

I know
there is nothing to be worried and anxious about,
there is no slow and fast.

I know
there is no long and short,
there is no what is possible and not possible,
there is no loss and gain.

In soft light,
close my eyes and listen carefully.

The tender sound of rain

embraces me.



'Goodnight' 






















Monday, 15 June 2015

Honest and honest


















































The sound of a flowing stream.
The sound of birds.
The sound of the evening leaves rustling softly.
And one beautiful book.




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You who talks about
the Yamakunimachie Way
that is deep autumn…
Are you praying with comfort, 
I wonder. 

秋深国町君安かれとらるるかな


Keichiro Matsumura
from Jin Hasegawa's The Life of A Belly Button, 1925




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Monday, 8 June 2015

Peaceful days, Silver Spoon




















Shining with 

Silver Spoon

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Peaceful days






4 o'clock in the morning.
The time when Hachiken opens his eyes.
10 o'clock in the evening.
The time when his daily work finishes.

Thinking of him,
thinking of his day,
I take care 
of my day.

The sun of no hate.
The moon of no greed. 













Hiromu Arakawa, Silver Spoon 銀の匙  2013