trickling water
becomes a vast cascade;
grass tufts blur to trees.
Mental Scaling [Haiku]
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DAILY PHOTO: Brown Waters of Mahaweli Ganga
Heron at Dusk [Haiku]
dusky summer eve:
a heron wades in shallows,
blindly fishing.
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“Patience” by Gelett Burgess [w/ Audio]
The clock will go slow
If you watch it, you know;
You must work right along and forget it.
So study your best
Till it's time for a rest,
The clock will go fast, if you let it!
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PROMPT: Risk
I don’t know that I’ve ever regretted taking a risk. I’ve taken some bruises for them on occasion but not felt regret.
I did once try to block a staff strike with an ill-positioned / ill-timed wooden sword. I got a mild concussion that time, but still — I don’t think — regret (but I’m a bit fuzzy on the details, maybe it damaged the part of my brain that is capable of regret.)
I’m with Miyamoto Musashi, who wrote: “我事におゐて後悔を／せず” [“I will not regret my deeds.”] in his Dokkôdô [“Way of Walking Alone.”] Of course, he probably suffered his share of concussions as well.
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Orbit [Haiku]
butterflies orbit
in helter-skelter arcs,
but never bump.
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Chital [Lyric Poem]
The Chital at the watering hole
Has one single simple goal:
To drink its fill and then to scat
Before being eaten by some big cat.
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DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Sundarbans
“On Dongting Lake: To Premier Zhang” [临洞庭上张丞相] by Meng Haoran [孟浩然] [w/ Audio]
The lake is glassy in August.
The air and sky are oh-so clear.
Vapor steams off of Yunmeng ponds,
Ripples lap at Yueyang's piers.
There're no boats to cross the water.
Shame! I couldn't emulate sages.
I sit and watch a fisherman
And envy his catch and his wages.
This is poem #124 in 300 Tang Poems [唐诗三百首.] Original Poem in Simplified Chinese:
八月湖水平， 涵虚混太清。
气蒸云梦泽， 波撼岳阳城。
欲济无舟楫， 端居耻圣明。
坐观垂钓者， 空有羡鱼情。
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PROMPT: Inaction
Daily writing prompt
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?
The older I get, the more I find regret to be a sucker’s game. I was the me then that I was, wishing the me then was the me now is just a waste of angst. Learn and move. Learn and move. No regret.
