Fisherwoman (Dedicated to Zhuangzi)Traveling here and there,doing this and that,few notice the fisherwomanon stone, lichen-covered bridge;straw hat, tattered cotton clothes,can of bait dug from garden,bamboo pole, and bucket.Mirror, she likewise takes no notice;our frantic ways spinning through.When way of human ceases, you willfind she’s still there, fishing,accepting the cyclicity of things.In an end, as in…
Category: Daoism
dVerse — MTB/Form — Names Twofer
“Mona Lisa,” by Leonardo DaVinci i. Lisa, history/meaningI wear a mysterious smirkBut why?Which side of mirror am I?Do youSeek to know? ammunition or jokes?Care pastTechnicality of surface gleamSeeingInto depths of my inky poolTo feeling? Usage: English, German, Dutch, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Italian Meaning and History: Short form of Elizabeth (though often used independently) and its cognates in other languages. This is the name…
daily writing prompt — absolutely certains
Nothing is absolute. Everything is relative. A perspective of duality sets one up for a limited view. Music is one of humankind’s greatest achievements. Love is complicated. If you plant marigold seeds, they will grow. Dreams have messages for the dreamer. Magic is found between the lines. Physical libraries need to exist — ALWAYS. Touch…
dVerse — Q201 — Noneday
Noneday Do you know sacred place in sevensie’s space? A time of no-time? When calendars flee? Breath, unfettered, appreciates all, exists between, within Noneday, all dwells without names, only senses attuned, communed. In wordless apprehension, music of wind travels skin sings stories scent of cinnamon. Note: The word Noneday came to me today when I…
dVerse — Prosery and OLN 356 — The Bamboo Grove
The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, by Chen Hongshou (1598-1652). Handscroll, ink and color on silk. The Bamboo Grove bright dark midsummer dusk warm nestled doves coo peace red-tailed hawk spreads her wings for home to rest grove with green-walled bamboo calls its thirsty dreamers careful steppers in patterned robes to grace dry leaf…
dVerse Poetics — The Sacrifice
Deer and Cherry Tree by Kano Tan’yû, 1667 Bowls of seasons have arced heaven since this recollection came to pass. ‘Twas before the boys hit teens, and I, a divorced young mother, yearned for resonance in a world beyond cave. Bravely traversing cyberia, an enclave, one some might call a bamboo grove, happened along the…
dVerse — Poetics — A World in Balance
A mountain bright then shadow-flipped as sun traverse the sky. With nimbos clouds and lightning bolts, the lines begin to blur. Ten thousand things in motion is the way of things, yet why? A death white hot is beating down upon the red, cracked earth where each still living thing yearns for its long parch…
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