| 初雪や  first snow ! the silence of my roses deepens  |
| first snow ! the silence deepens |
 sea of clouds - my roses breathe so carefully   frost melting on my roses - the beauty of NOW  winter roses - each petal has its own spark  |
| winter morning - the long moment from dark to light |
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| winter morning - this long moment |
| from dark |
| to light |
| winter morning - this long moment |
| from birth |
| to death |
 winter morning - the dishevelled hair of my neighbour |
 coping with tradition - Kumari chews a bubble gum  |
© PHOTO Kumari: Reuters Limited 2007
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Kumari, or Kumari Devi
is a living goddess in Nepal. Kumari literally means virgin in Nepali and was the name of the goddess Durga as a child. A Kumari is a prepubescent girl selected from the Shakya caste of the Nepalese Newari community. The Kumari is revered and worshipped by some of the country's Hindus as well as the Nepali Buddhists, though not the Tibetan Buddhists.
While there are several Kumaris throughout Nepal, with some cities having several, the best known is the Royal Kumari of Kathmandu, and she lives in the Kumari Ghar, a palace in the center of the city. The selection process for her is especially rigorous. The current Royal Kumari, Preeti Shakya, was installed on July 10, 2001 at the age of four.
A Kumari is believed to be the bodily incarnation of the goddess Taleju until she menstruates, after which it is believed that the goddess vacates her body. Serious illness or a major loss of blood from an injury are also causes for her to revert to common status.
© KUMARI / Wikipedia
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Today, December 24 in Japan, I read in the Japan Times about the child that likes bubble gum ...
KATMANDU, Nepal -
The living goddess likes bubble gum.
On a cold autumn evening, during a festival giving thanks for the monsoon rains, dozens of chanting worshippers pulled her enormous wooden chariot through the narrow streets of Katmandu’s old city. Thousands of cheering people pressed forward, hoping for a blessing. Drunken young men danced around her, pounding drums and shouting.
But the goddess — a child wrapped in red silk, a third eye painted on her forehead as a sign of enlightenment — took little notice of the joyous riot. Instead, she stared ahead intently, her jaw pumping furiously.
Then, finally, she blew a yellow bubble about the size of a plum.
Priti Shakya is 10 years old, the daughter of a family of poor goldsmiths. At the age of 4, a panel of judges examined her in a series of ancient ceremonies — checking her horoscope, searching for physical imperfections and, as a final test, seeing if she would be frightened after a night spent in a room filled with 108 freshly decapitated animal heads. She was not.
So Priti became a goddess, worshipped as the incarnation of the powerful Hindu deity Taleju, and going into near-complete isolation in an ancient Katmandu palace.
She will return home only at the onset of menstruation, when a new goddess will be named. Then Priti will be left to adjust to a life that — suddenly and absolutely — is supposed to be completely normal.
That is how it has been for nearly four centuries, in a tradition that held out against modernity even as Nepal, ever so slowly, began to change.
But modernity is coming, even to the goddess.
“We know there needs to be change,” said Manju Shree Ratna Bajracharya, the eighth generation of priest from his family to oversee the temple of the royal kumari — or virgin — as the goddess is commonly called.
“But this criticism of the tradition,
this is pure ignorance.”
Read the full article HERE
© mamimagazine.com
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If you choose to write Japanese haiku, it is your decision to do so.
If you choose to wear a Japanese kimono, it is your decision to do so.
But it is part of a tradition and culture which might not be your own and you may not know too much about the real background of this tradition and culture you are trying to copy and use. You might not even be able to read Japanese and have to rely on translations and secondhand information when trying to understand what JAPANESE HAIKU is.
While wearing this unfamiliar Japanese kimono in the subway of your own culture, you might feel it uncomfortabel and want to make it suit YOUR needs. So you cut off the long sleeves and then throw away the many belts, using just a leather bucklebelt maybe ... and the long skirts have to go, make this into a pair of short pants, after all, yours is a hot country ...
When you walk the streets like the emperor with "YOUR NEW KIMONO", well, it might be adjusted to the needs of your living sourroundings, but what is it now ...
well, maybe just another bubble of the worldwide Haiku Gum...
to be chewed with a grain of smiling salt !
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On second thought, you might try
a light cotton robe, yukata 浴衣 (ゆかた) !
The yukata is frequently worn after bathing at traditional Japanese inns. Though their use is not limited to after-bath wear, yukata literally means "bath clothes".
The Emperor's New Clothes
. Kanjak Ashtami Puja - India .
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 this blue shine by the roadside - winter walk  friendly smiles for the weary traveler - Shikoku road  |
| winter morning <> I share a sunny moment just with myself |
 like the big head of a small baby ... what is this ? ?? |
 Mary Christmas .. the cabbage smiles  |
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We got this charming little cabbage, a stand for toothpicks, from our local post office.
Read my Haiku Archives
DECEMBER 2007
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 red berries to brighten my mind - winter walk  and here the nandine  |
 learn from the pine - the twisted meaning of words of wisdom |
 drying seaweed - these dancing shadows on the sand    drying seaweed - how many fingers have been whacked off ? |
| haiku flowers - Japanese seeds for the whole world For Taisen Deshimaru who brought Zen seeds to France  |
 the flowers of haiku in the whole world Japanese seeds |
 大根を干す古農家ここにあり daikon o hosu furu nooka koko ni ari  drying radishes at the old farmhouse - thus is my valley ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo Our Valley in a sudden sunbeam  |
| 落葉道 宝の宝庫 なりにけり  fallen leaves and among them fallen treasures  |
 winter walk - I still see flowers on my way  so bright and orange - late persimmons to share with the crows   one last second - susuki grass and my roof  and then the clouds cover it all - winter shadows ! |
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 sacred gingko tree - a prayer falls with every leaf  the huge trunk with the sacred rope  sacred gingko tree - how many tears have you witnessed ? |
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As I was standing below this old, huge tree, camera poised upward, there was all of a sudden a strong sweep of wind and all these leaves kept dancing around me, rustling down with a thousand strange voices, each one saying its own prayer ...
a sacred moment and so unexpected
sacred gingko tree-
each leaf rustles a prayer
as it falls
this is maybe a bit too long ?
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Read about my visit to
Temple Tanjo-Ji, Okayama
The Sacred Gingko Tree of Saint Honin !
It is more than 800 years old.
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銀杏散る遠くに風の 音すれば
ichoo chiru tooku ni kaze no oto sureba
scattering gingko leaves
faint sound from the wind
far away
Tomiyasu Fusei (1885 - 1979)
Gingko biloba tree : KIGO Japan
TREES as topic for haiku !
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Aah, but a prayer always rises !
or
Leaves saying prayers?
Faith and prayer, expressed in haiku
.. Join the Discussion !
Read my Haiku Archives 2007
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 autumn deepens - the unfettered beauty of this Amida temple  autumn deepens - the beauty of prayer in stone  DRAGON BRANCHES  Amida Buddha  |
LOOK
Temple Tanjo-Ji, ALBUM November 2007
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Temple Tanjo-Ji in my neighbourhood
Temple Tanjo-Ji in Okayama
Saint Honen was born here !
Saint Honen, born at this temple ..
by Gabi Greve
Joodo Paradise where we meet again ..
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***** pickled radish, takuanzuke 沢庵漬
kigo for all winter
..... Takuan was a famous Zen Priest, who invented this dish. It is very popular. Zen monks are supposed to eat their slices of Takuan radish without making any noise. There are usually two slices on the plate, used to carefully clear out the bolws afer eating and then munching the Takuan in silence.
If you want to know the secret of eating Takuan in silence, contact me :o) !
The Unfettered Mind. by Takuan Soho
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