Category: life and art
Shimmering
In colorful costumes, the children break out from May pole circle,
Running with outstretched arms, spreading like a fan
Butterflies shimmering in the light
To thread a needle
It will be difficult to thread a needle
If you are farsighted.
He loses his temper and throws the dental floss
He doesn’t want to talk or smile.
She doesn’t chase the last word anymore when she talks
She observes the three bees on the rhododendron.
He drives in the forest and along the coast
He is calm under the redwood trees.
She drops the vase filled with water and flowers on the living room
Her right hand is bleeding.
He helps her clean up
They decide to make amends.
“Seize the day,” the poet says
Helping others is the crowning praise.
It’s wonderful when verb and adjectives are used together
I like crabs dancing under the candle lights.
When pronouns drop in , it’s hilarious
All the nouns scatter.
They are laughing walking on the beach
Beethoven is a pianist, then a composer.
Experience of loss and sad endings are dispersed in life
They are secret ingredients of freedom.
She runs alone, alone with her own thoughts
The hardest challenge.
Failure, triumph, dried tears, lost tracts of time
In sepia then autumn raging with colors.
Embroidery is a sacred craft
We welcome new threads.
The length of day
The day is new, let’s wave and embrace morning
Watch the fronds unfurl from sleep
Sun’s salutation, the first definition.
You are awake, look for the spider
Hungry and watchful and subtle
Experimentations in few moments of being:
A hole on the fence to see a world
Wide, bright, and far reaching
Turning a page, empty, eager to be filled
Words, sketches, and bouncing minds.
And you think the day is short
Synergy
It’s a wonderful moment today when I saw see this photo from the shortlisted photographs of a Sony Photography Competition in My Modern Met website.
Synergy of Humanity” by Eng Chung Tong, Malaysia, Shortlist, Open, Culture (Open competition), 2019 Sony World Photography Awards. “A humanity view of one of the minorities tribes in Yunnan going about their daily working life. Teamwork, coordination, and cooperation are essential for efficiency otherwise it will be chaos. An impression of once upon a time in Yunnan.”
see the link: here
Late in the vine
When I am old and grey
Grapes allowed to remain on the vines
Pages worn but alive
Weather drawn but sweet
Ancient and not too poor in wisdom
Will you sit by me?
We can listen together
Stories of your wandering.
And are you still playing
Beethoven’s later piano sonatas?
tiny discomforts
A moment of each day.
Mrs. Abstract and I meet with our friends in San Francisco
and tour the art exhibit of Paul Gauguin at the de Young Museum today.
A discomfort in my walking
looking from one art work to another
a pebble in my shoe
Altar
Wherever you go
or wherever you stay
your heart, an altar of gratitude.
note: My one moment today is finding this mixed media art work in the school office of our parish church while I was waiting to talk to the school principal.
Silence
A moment of each day:
My special moment today is reading the blog of GretchenJoanna about her reading-challenge of Japanese literature. I learned about Makoto Fujimura, artist and writer.Link to her blog:literature
Fujimura wrote a book, Silence and Beauty, based on the writings of Shusaku Endo especially his book, Silence.
I have read Endo’s Silence many years ago and saw the movie adaptation, Silence by Martin Sorcese, recently. I have to thank you for bringing Makato Fujimura and his works. I watched the 7 videos by Fujimura talking about his book, Silence and Beauty. Here is the link:silence
The day as it happens
My day starts late with a walk to the river
Counting the black birds on the tree
They come down to feed on feeders
Thrown by a woman on the sidewalk.
Our activity continues to the downtown
Where children and adults parade their lanterns,
Light attires, jellyfish lighted parasols, costumes.
Their route passes along where lgihted arts
Are projected on buildings complete with music and narrations.
We end the evening under the huge moon
As if it falls down from the sky
Which is what one child asks her mother about.
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