Saturday, September 20, 2008

Part of life




Did you make a difference today?

Do not waste time.


Take care,
Jordan

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At September 22, 2008, Blogger Gimmal said...

Hm, this reminds a person of mortality. Mortality is a part of true nature. To take for granted that it is, it is not the same as to stop and consider that it is. This beggar welcomes the invitation to stop and consider that it is.

Even if one would subscribe to the concept of reincarnation, then, does it mean one should not do one's utmost, now?


and the utmost in what, then? It is the questioner's question. To simply be, the response of the falling leaf.

The discriminating mind lunges for its conclusions. The form of the matter is.


Namaste

 
At October 18, 2008, Blogger s.c said...

I just came up with a haiku, thought I might share it in this context. To lend some background, first, I have been reading the book, The Sound of Water, from Shambala publishing. It is a small book with quite a number of haiku in it, translated from works by Basho, Buson, Issa, and other persons having written haiku. I think, there are a number of haiku in it that lend an intriguing light about mortality, but to transcribe those, here, it would prevent that I would get my azz to the chow-hall before it closes.

Here is the haiku I had thought to mention, and that it might be mentioned in this context. I call it, Haiku Work.


Then round the corner,
The next terrain, open, clear,
Workday continues.

— S.C, 18 October 2008

 
At October 18, 2008, Blogger s.c said...

Alright, the fried trout was good. Here is a haiku to the community, translated by Sam Hamill, from a work by Basho.


Culture's beginnings:
rice-planting songs from the heart
of the country



It is to the soul of music

Namaste

 
At October 19, 2008, Blogger Jordan said...

You changed your name.
Interesting game
I have no shame
this poem is lame


Gassho,
Jordan

 
At October 19, 2008, Blogger s.c said...

If you thought the haiku was lame, fair enough.

If you didn't realize, there is no game in the name-change, and there was no game to begin with.

Cute poem though.

 
At October 19, 2008, Blogger Jordan said...

I was talking about my own poem.
Interesting that you thought it was yours though.

Take care,
Jordan

 
At October 19, 2008, Blogger s.c said...

Yeah, I come to the web expecting that strife is possible here.

It was impossible for me to interpret your comment otherwise, but I am glad if I was mistaken about it.

 
At October 20, 2008, Blogger Jordan said...

Be at ease.

 

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