Bald Cypress Bonsai (Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens) — Image by kenne
Nature’s Harakiri
Crossroads without roads
Bonsai trees slapped by sandstorms
Kites slam in rice fields
— Iolanda Scripca.
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Bonsai Tree (The Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens) — Image by kenne
“There are no borders in bonsai,
the dove of peace flies to palace
as to a humble house,
to young as to old,
to rich and poor.”
— John Naka
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Karesansui Gardens (The Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens) — Panorama Image by kenne
Who speaks the sound of an echo?
Who paints the image in a mirror?
Where are the spectacles in a dream?
Nowhere at all — that’s the nature of mind!
— Tantric Buddhist Women’s Songs
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“The Landmark” by Enrique Martínez Celaya at The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“We cannot love unless we have accepted the forgiveness,
and the deeper our experience of forgiveness is, the greater is our love.”
– Paul Tillich.
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Huntington Zen Garden (March 31, 2022) — Panorama by kenne
I have lost count of the number of times I have visited the Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens, collections-based research, and educational institution in San Marino, California. The Huntington is like a “riprap” — loose rocks used as a foundation that a person can assemble before them.
Riprap
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks,
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way,
straying of planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles—
and rocky sure-foot trails.
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
— Gary Snyder
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Making the Most — Image by kenne
Every day I say;
Make the most of your time here —
Your life is worth it.
— kenne
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Northern Mockingbird 5 comments
Northern Mockingbird In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Mockingbird, in the tree,
will you spread your wings for me?
Will you sing and call and fly,
through the trees and to the sky,
soaring where none dare to go,
but the mockingbird happens to know,
the secrets to freedom,
the knowledge of life,
cutting the air,
sharp as a knife.
He closes his wings,
with their felt white tips,
as I put a finger to my lips.
The secrets and knowledge of life itself,
are better sought out by yourself,
but I will find out happily,
if you raise your wings for me.
–Nicole and MJ
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A Bonsai Forest 2 comments
Foemina Juniper Bonsai at the Huntington Museum & Gardens — Image by kenne
A bonsai forest
diminutive work of art
with air of calmness.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 