DAILY PHOTO: Flowers in Lalbagh Garden

Sunrise Fisherman [Haiku]

sunrise orange
sparkles on the lake;
lone fisher casts nets

Winter Moon [Haiku]

thin moon crescent 
shines brightly on a
cold, winter night.

Five Wise Lines (February 2024)

“If one conforms to the world,
He’s bound to suffer.
If he doesn’t,
He’s considered mad.

Kamo no Chōmei, Hōjōki; [Stavros Trans.]

But nothing ever bores me. So much the worse for those who are moulded of boredom.

Salvador Dalí, Hidden Faces

All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.

Blaise pascal

I am in no way interested in immortality, but only in the taste of tea.

Lú Tóng (Poet of the Tang Era)

The man who wears the shoe knows best that it pinches and where it pinches, even if the expert shoemaker is the best judge of how the trouble is remedied.

John Dewey

Bonus Quote:

If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

Marcus tullius cicero

Sneaky Sun [Free Verse]

A small arc of sun
stands above the trees

Like the tufts of hair
that give away the
hiding boy who can’t
judge hairdo height.

The next time I turn around,
I see Sun -- fully out and
stalking up behind me,
   looming larger.

World Tree [Haiku]

white silk-cotton tree,
sinuously sprawling —-
chaining earth to sky.

PROMPT: Lottery

Bloganuary writing prompt
What would you do if you won the lottery?

The first thing I would do would be to say, “How did I win the lottery without buying a ticket? That is some fine luck.” Then I would get paranoid that it was like one of those Korben Dallas, “Fifth Element,” set-ups.

While I do admire how Voltaire became a wealthy man exploiting the mathematical ineptitude of his nation’s “lottery authority,” I’m pretty sure the kinks have all been worked out such that the house always wins.

“When I Was One-and-Twenty” by A.E. Housman [w/ Audio]

When I was one-and-twenty
 I heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
 but not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
 but keep your fancy free."
But I was one-and-twenty,
 No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
 I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
 Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
 And sold for endless rue."
And I am two-and-twenty,
 And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.