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This World Exceeds Stillness   Leave a comment

Friday with Friends & Molino Basin to Prison CampBug Springs Trail Landscape — Black & White Image by kenne

Silent knowledge —

the spirit is enlightened of itself.

Contemplate the void:

this world exceeds stillness.

— from Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems, by Gary Snyder

. . . becoming who you are, where you are.   Leave a comment

Hiking, Marshall Gulch, SCVNGrasshopper (August 17, 2011) Image by kenne

You should really know what the complete natural world of your region is

and know what all its interactions are and how you are interacting with it yourself.

This is just part of the work of becoming who you are, where you are.

— Gary Snyder

Painted Lady On Western Sneezeweed   Leave a comment

Naturalists On Lemmon MeadowPainted Lady on Western Sneezeweed (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.

— Gary Snyder

 

Japanese Garden   3 comments

Japanese Garden (1 of 1) art painting blogJapanese Garden — Computer Painting by kenne

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My home was at Cold Mountain from the start,
Rambling among the hills, far from trouble.

Gone, and a million things leave no trace
loose, and it flows through the galaxies
A fountain of light, into the very mind —
Not a thing, and yet it appears before me:
Now I know the pearl of the Buddha-nature
Know its use: a boundless perfect sphere.

— Gary Snyder

Tea Garden   1 comment

Huntington Tea Garden (1 of 1) blog“Tea Garden” — Computer Painting by kenne

“Thinking about a poem I’ll never write.
With gut on wood and hide, and plucking thumb,
Grope and stutter for the words, invent a tune,
In any tongue, this moment one time true
Be wine or blood or rhythm drives it through —
A leap of words to things and there it stops.
Creating empty caves and tools in shops
And holy domes, and nothing you can name;
The long old chorus blowing underfoot
Makes high wild notes of mountains in the sea.
O Muse, a goddess gone astray
Who warms the cow and makes the wise man sane,
(&even madness gobbles demons down)
Then dance through jewelled trees & lotus crowns
For Narihira’s lover, the crying plover,
For babies grown and childhood homes
And moving, moving, on through scenes and towns
Weep for the crowds of men
Like birds gone south forever.
The long-lost hawk of Yakamochi and Thoreau
Flits over yonder hill, the hand is bare,
The noise of living families fills the air.”

— from “A Stone Garden” by Gary Snyder

“Lay down these words . . .”   1 comment

7 Falls (1 of 1)-23 blogBear Canyon Creek, Santa Catalina Mountains — Images by kenne

RIPRAP

Lay down these words 
Before your mind like rocks. 
                     place 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 planets
These poems, people,
                     lost ponies with
Dragging saddles
                    and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like endless
                   four-dimensional
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

Snyder, Tucson Festival, Garage Gallery

Gary Snyder at the University of Arizona Poetry Center, 2010

“Regarding Wave” In The Zen Garden   6 comments






The Zen Garden In The Huntington Japanese Garden, San Marino, California — Images by kenne

Regarding Wave

The voice of the Dharma

       the voice

          now

A shimmering bell

       through all.

Every hill,    still.

Every tree alive. Every leaf.

All the slopes  flow.

       old woods, new seedlings,

       tall grasses plumes.

Dark hollows;  peaks of light.

  wind stirs    the cool side

Each leaf living.

       All the hills.

         The Voice

         is a wife

            to

         him still.


                    Gary Snyder

Source: Gary Snyder Poems

Related Article:

https://kenneturner.wordpress.com/2011/12/03/capturing-the-moment-when-still-there-is-no-place-that-isnt-still/

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