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Monday 23 February 2015

Acorn cake, Benefiting all


















Benefiting all

_______



A bright greeting for 
a small bit of acorn cake
sitting gracefully, being treasured in a freezer. 

The rain, sunshine, wind, earth, sky.  
It is fully embracing last autumn.

The palette of no colour.
Noble silence.

Taking all that away,
uneasiness,
 angry mind, 
  greedy mind.  

Not doing anything,
not thinking anything.

 Abundant,
complete
comma

for the benefit of all. 











Won Kang, Le silence noble  2015


















Monday 16 February 2015

Even so, the world is beautiful








Claude Monet, Anitbes, Le Fort  1888

































What are we looking for in this sea?
What are we looking for in that sky?


The light passing
the limitless sky, snow-covered mountains and waves.
The town shining warmly and brightly.

Being kindly permeated
by delicate pink light
with the horizon disappearing,
with the boundaries of each other disappearing.

More than 100 years ago,
the world reflected on the eyes of Monet.

A quiet 
mind. 

The sky as it is. 
The sea as it is. 

Ourselves, just the way we are.

Being grateful for  
this peaceful, rich day and all days. 



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"Pure, gentle sweetness:

some white, some pink, some blue, 

and all this surrounded by the fairylike air" 


Monet, early February 1888  

























Monday 9 February 2015

Reach out first and say, One week friends


















Shining with 

One week friends

_______


Reach out first and say 






Drops of watercolour 
glinting in the sunshine.
A white paper being coloured.  

The daily landscape unfolding
with honesty and purity.

Soft and strong,
simple and deep,
quiet and bright.

The great and beautiful daily miracles that start
with the courage to reach out first,
and the magical word.  


“Would you be friends with me?” 













Matcha Hazuki, One week friends  一週間フレンズ  2014





















Monday 2 February 2015

All are precious














Cool air.

Ah,
soft winter shadow
with mild spring breaths. 

Eyes of warmth,
silent brilliance

 that fills my being.

Where
both darkness and brightness
   are precious.   

Beyond right and wrong.

There,
I spend
 a day.
  
The happiness of a smile.
A thankful heart.