It is warm

A light touch of sunshine.

Cold air.

Cold floors.

A hot-water bottle

in a snug and soft blanket.

The warmth that can only be felt

this time of year when it is not a heating season,  

that spreads 

softly and placidly

from body to mind,

from mind to the air.

Brightly and clearly.

Endlessly.

Gently,

gently,

eyes   .   .   .  

become closed.  

Small changes being felt

that balance themselves 

by coming in and going out. 

Harmonious, Silver Spoon

Shining with

Silver Spoon

_______

Harmonious

An agricultural high school in the countryside.

A foggy dawn road  

where clean air stays.

Getting up when nature wakes up,

Going to sleep when nature sleeps.   

Breathing and living together with animals.

Breathing and living together with people.

It is the day of

Hachiken, a warm-hearted, caring person.  

The wisdom learned in it.

The life of wisdom living in it.

‘Silver Spoon’

Everyday life flowing

naturally,

gently.  

And the precious people sharing it together.

Where there is 

Sharing and cheering up, 

respect and joy.

The place where everybody is happy together.

Quiet and comfortable delight. 

‘Silver Spoon’

Hiromu Arakawa, Silver Spoon 銀の匙  2013

Listen deeply

Alfred Hofkunst, Le lac rose  1979 

Tears streaming down.

Uncomfortable heart.

Calm the body and the mind

with hands folded in the lap. 

It is heard.

The small sound of birds.

It is heard.

The sound of my mind. 

The sound of my body. 

It is heard.

The sound of you. 

The sound of the world.

Listen 

deeply,

deeply.

Then it is heard 

brightly.  

The brilliant morning sunshine. 

The perfume of cosmos flowing from somewhere.

Tears changing to courage.

Soft and kind heart

that is with whatever is within us. 

Let it come, 
let it stay, 
 let it go.