The Ladybug of my childhood had polka-dots of black, adorning the split red shell that covered its wings and back. So, who erased this bug's black dots to make it less dice-like, making it a Lady in red? Said thief can take a hike. I had so many fine questions, but it just flew away. Maybe a bug somewhere out there has more spots coming its way.
a dusty haze hangs over the still desert -- kicked up by...?
twisted petals of frangipani blossoms stay one when dropping.
To find oneself within a crate - packed inside and labeled "Freight" seems like the worst that things can get, but then I peered out through the slit, and what a thing it was to see a croc's keen eye stare back at me. It had so many freakin' teeth, both on the top and underneath! I concluded the box 'tweren't so bad. To stay a while, I would be glad!
clouds hang... fixed in pond reflections, or has my mind slowed?
There is much to admire, though, in a dedicated recluse.
Kenkō Yoshida, Essays in Idleness (No. 1)
Going on a journey, whatever the destination, makes you feel suddenly awake and alive to everything.
Kenkō Yoshida, Essays in IdleNess (No. 15)
You can find solace for all things by looking at the moon.
Kenkō Yoshida, Essays in Idleness (no. 21)
Something left not quite finished is very appealing, a gesture toward the future.
Kenkō Yoshida, Essays in Idleness (No. 82)
It’s in easy places that mistakes will always occur.
Kenkō Yoshida, Essays in Idleness (No. 109)
CITATION: Kenkō Yoshida & Kamo no Chōmei. 2013. Kenkō and Chōmei: Essays in Idleness and Hōjōki. London: Penguin. 206pp.
the falls dwindle. rain clouds in the distance. all eyes await the swell.
