Tuesday, May 06, 2008

think not that dreams appear




"Think not that dreams appear to the dreamer only at night: the dream of this world of pain appears to us even by day."
Japanese Poem
From, "In Ghostly Japan," by Lafcadio Hearn 1899.

Well, that explains my melancholy said, Princess Haiku, vanishing as the rose exploded for a fierce second into twilight.




In Ghostly Japan

Fragment

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AND it was at the hour of sunset that they came to the foot of the mountain. There was in that place no sign of life,--neither token of water, nor trace of plant, nor shadow of flying bird,--nothing but desolation rising to desolation. And the summit was lost in heaven.

Then the Bodhisattva said to his young companion:--"What you have asked to see will be shown to you. But the place of the Vision is far; and the way is rude. Follow after me, and do not fear: strength will be given you."

9 comments:

d. chedwick said...

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.

Buddha

Princess Haiku said...

I agree, Ched. You have so much more aesthetic understanding than Dennis.

Linda - Nickers and Ink said...

Gorgeous!

Linda
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mark said...

interesting post...and the photo technique too

the blue bicycle said...

I was going to attempt a rather intelligent discourse on this topic of dreaming nights and dreaming days.

I had recently begun reading a rather Zen-like book discussing our perceptions of reality ....

unfortunately i can neither locate the book nor remember its author...ah well...

perhaps it was just a dream ... (though pain feels quite 'real')

lady blue

wordcrafter said...

The ephemeral beauty of the thorny rose, a dream -in its brevity, and the ethereal beauty -yet capable of inflicting real pain, perfectly illustrate the poem and sayings that you chose. But which one is dream and which one is reality?

daydream said...

Oh roses and their ephimeral beauty summed in a breath of sensual delicate shadows dissolved into nothingness. So poetic, so Japanese as well. I love it. I need to read Japanese literature.

AscenderRisesAbove said...

melancholy... I hear you

(and it is way too hot! mid 90's here in the bay area. and it is may. may; for crying out loud)

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DeLi said...

when you pointed out the feeling fo melancholy, i remmeber a discussion in our class when we get to ask what really incites this unnamed, unknowned discontentment, the nameless, nagging anxiety...