haiku is not a poem,
R. H. Blyth
it is not literature;
it is a hand beckoning,
a door half-opened,
a mirror wiped clean.
It is a way of returning to nature,
to our moon nature,
our cherry blossom nature,
our falling leaf nature,
in short,
to our Buddha nature.
I normally crop all my landscapes in 16 x 9 but this image is cropped in 16 x 10. It’s a subtle difference. So, fair warning as I may be on a new kick for awhile.
4 Comments
Faye White
Shake things up! I’ve never met a sunrise I didn’t like.
Monte Stevens
I’d have say the say same. However, I’ve met some sunrises that were much colder than I would have liked.
Earl
You rebel you! Have a good weekend, Monte.
Monte Stevens
I’m learning to be more comfortable living on the edge.