Goa Beach

heavy snowfall - the Beach of Goa in my dream

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Salt and Happiness

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Salt and Happiness

An aging Hindu master grew tired of his apprentice complaining, and so, one morning, sent him for some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it.

"How does it taste?" the master asked.

"Bitter," spit the apprentice.

The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake, and once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, "Now drink from the lake."

As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the master asked, "How does it taste?"

"Fresh," remarked the apprentice.

"Do you taste the salt?" asked the master.

"No," said the young man.

At this, the master sat beside this serious young man who so reminded him of himself and took his hands, offering, "The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things. . . .

Stop being a glass. Become a lake."

Mark Nepo in

The Book of Awakening




Salt Lake

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a glass of water
a glass of salt
a glass of haiku



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BHUTAN

the Dragon's gift - an online traveller folds his hands

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The Sacred Arts of Bhutan
February 26 - May 23, 2008


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snow on palm tree

snow on plam leaves - I wonder about a haiku

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small things

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To live with a high degree of artfulness
means to attend to the small things
that keep the soul engaged
in whatever we are doing.

Thomas Moore



sounds like a good recipe for haiku too!





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risk management

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At the moment I am working at a rather difficult scientific translation from Japanese to German, about Bioethics, Science Communication and Risk Management in Medicine and Environment.

This morning I had to smile ...


risk management -
shall I shovel snow
or wait for the sunshine ?






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For those who doubt this is a haiku, check the kigo

shoveling snow



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risk management -
shall I call this HAIKU
or SENRYU ? ??




My take on the discussion :
Haiku, Senryu, Zappai (俳句, 川柳, 雑俳)



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light snow

light snow - the enhanced beauty of branch design

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blade of grass

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The moment one gives close attention to anything,
even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome,
indescribably magnificent world in itself.

Henry Miller


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草一葉　雪に負われての緑かな


a small blade of grass
covered with snow
still green





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wild boar hunter

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heavy snowfall -
his funeral
in black and white



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He lived in the valley next to ours, tending to a whole valley of terraced rice fields. And in winter, he was out there with his dogs and hunter friends, to get some of the wild boars that destroy so much of the local crops here ...




I have written about him here
. . . Wild Boars



Wild Boars right next to my home, 2005




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snow meditation

snow snow snow - my meditation continues

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With the Weather Forecast for the next 7 days ...



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Let it snow !


Just when my snow-phobia was getting the better of me, I found this lovely



©　Let it snow !
Exhibition at Kaikodo

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Since some of you asked ...


TIBET : Thumo reskiang:
lamaic art of self-heating

David-Neel studied this art. She saw hermits who sat meditating outside, naked upon snowbanks night after night, with blizzards whirling around them; she saw students of the discipline pass tests by drying on their bodies icy sheets fresh-dipped from Himalayan lakes in midwinter. P. 133, she meditates in the thumo rite, not only to warm herself but to dry flint and tinder so she can light a fire.

Putting them under her dress, she sits and envisions flames rising, crackling around her, until it seems she can see them and she felt deliciously warm. When something made her start awake, she seemed to see the flames die down as if entering the ground, and opening her eyes she found her body burning, her face cherry red and her eyes bright, and the tinder and flint were dry and hot.
http://www.iras.ucalgary.ca/~volk/sylvia/Tib.htm

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Camellia in Snow

wax forsythia in snow

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heavy snow again

*　　* * * * * * * * * * heavy snowfall - gray in gray the whole day

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Shoveling endless piles of snow ...


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Cats in Kitchen

snow snow snow - the cats sleep in the kitchen Haiku Kun peeking O-Tsu

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more icicles

long icicles - the frogs frozen in mid-air

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snow and icicles

midnight - the icicles grow steadily ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo early morning meditation in snow and sunshine

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Enjoy my snow !
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