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Moments:
Mountains Unseen

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A black and white pocket printer style photo of rosehip flowers in full bloom.

Poem: wide open
rosehip flowers
Buddha’s eyes


June 24

With the last word of a morning chant, a light rainfall starts. A white bunny girl rests in its soothing sound, snoring loudly. The black one, recognizing that the active part of the day is just about to start, is already nervous. She can’t wait until I let her out to run curiously through the whole house and examine every corner, like she does every morning.

Poem: at the open window
a bunny turns her ear—
summer shower

The rain gets louder, a new day begins.


Poem: waking to wreaths
of mist and cloud, i bow
to mountains unseen

A touching poem that has stayed in my memory since I first read it a couple of years ago. It was written, printed and beautifully bound by my friend and poet Emily Hancock. It was published in the collection “even here, even now” by her letterpress, St Brigid Press. I feel grateful for this connection to the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia and incredibly enriched by all the conversations I’ve had with Emily over the past several years.


Poem: a speck of dust
sitting on a chair
Zooming


To be found.


A calligraphy piece of the Chinese character that means human

A calligraphy piece that I made for friends some time ago. The character means “human”. I practiced it many many times until one day I was suddenly struck by the simplicity of the brush movement and consequently that of the character, in stark contrast with all the complexities and difficulties of human life—particularly those that are self‑imposed.

Simplicity.


Poem: What else
is speech good for
but to offer a gentle word—

Today, the Moon rests
in the quietude of the night.


Poem: Blades of grass
a firefly lands
takes off again

Basho
David Young, Moon Woke Me Up Nine Times

A simple sumi-e painting of blades of grass and yellow shining blobs between them, suggestiong fireflies.