The Breath of cherry blossoms is carried along the wind
I feel the coming of spring from the warm breeze,
while in the garden a windsock drips fog.
Tenderly placing the kettle on the fire,
I sit down to rest and watch the steam rising,
it fills the room gently with a warm mist.
Pretty purple flowers are arranged in the tokonoma
Woody incense cleanses the air
while my mind roams through ancient realms,
Absurdly moved, my life passes before me like a dream,
from my vantage point of a familiar place,
the hills have hugged this shore for centuries
they never looked more lovelier then they did in that moment,
Overhead birds are unsettled in the trees,
feeling a sense of awe and anxiety
water swells around the island and I try to be strong,
The smell of gyokuro tea, white rice, bamboo, and pine boards
swirls about and engulfs me.
All those years of work are erased in one moment,
it is beyond my wisdom why,
the inherent exuberance of nature is to spill and squander
altering the old to the new,
But where there is life there is hope,
”even from the cliffs of despair”.
Sayonara
The Breath of cherry blossoms
is carried along the wind
I feel the coming of spring
from the warm breeze,
while a windsock drips fog.
Tenderly placing the kettle on the fire,
I sit down to rest and watch the steam rising,
it fills the room gently with a warm mist.
Pretty purple flowers are arranged in the tokonoma
Woody incense cleanses the air
while my mind roams through ancient realms,
absurdly moved, my life passes before me like a dream,
from my vantage point of a familiar place,
the hills have hugged this shore for centuries
they never looked more lovelier
then they did in that moment,
and will never look the same again.
Overhead birds are unsettled in the trees,
feeling a sense of awe and anxiety
water swells around the island and I try to be strong,
the smell of gyokuro tea, white rice, bamboo,
and pine boards swirls about and engulfs me.
All those years of work are erased in one moment,
it is beyond my wisdom why,
The Breath of cherry blossoms
is carried along the wind
I feel the coming of spring
from the warm breeze,
while a windsock drips fog.
Tenderly placing the kettle on the fire,
I sit down to rest and watch the steam rising,
it fills the room gently with a warm mist.
Pretty purple flowers are arranged in the tokonoma
Woody incense cleanses the air
while my mind roams through ancient realms,
absurdly moved, my life passes before me like a dream,
from my vantage point of a familiar place,
the hills have hugged this shore for centuries
they never looked more lovelier
then they did in that moment,
and will never look the same again.
Overhead birds are unsettled in the trees,
feeling a sense of awe and anxiety
water swells around the island and I try to be strong,
the smell of gyokuro tea, white rice, bamboo,
and pine boards swirls about and engulfs me.
All those years of work are erased in one moment,
it is beyond my wisdom why,
the inherent exuberance of nature is to spill and squander
altering the old to the new, but where there is life there is hope,
”even from the cliffs of despair”.
Sayonara
Japan is a special place and my heart breaks for them now as they are in need,
”even from the cliffs of despair”.
Sayonara
Japan is a special place and my heart breaks for them now as they are in need,
as do so many other nations affected by the recent quake.
Let's give them the love and support if you can.
Listed below are a few places you can donate.to.
* To donate to American Red Cross Relief, text REDCROSS to 90999
* To donate to GlobalGiving, which focuses on “grassroots projects in the developing world,” text JAPAN to 5055
* To donate to The Salvation Army, text JAPAN or QUAKE to 80888
* Human Society International
http://www.hsi.org/news/news/2011/03/japan_aid_plan_031411.html
Websites that are officially connected with the help for Japan:
* Oxfam America - www.oxfamamerica.org
* World Vision- www.worldvision.org
* Catholic Relief Services - http://crs.org
Every $1.00 help's and that is what they need.
photo credits: 1st photo Japanese woman -Madame Butterfly; 4th woman in water-Yanire Smashing Magazine, 7th woman in water Hatcher Smashing Magazine; 10th Woman with Red butterfly -Madame Butterfly; last photo, tumblr, Willamette River, Portland Oregon, Sail Boat Willamette River, all others Japanese Tea house. quote from Anne M. Lindberg.
