Smiling old womanIn a quiet pharmacy shopTucked away inside
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Yellow flowers on greenAfter days in feverish hazeLift dark clouds from soul Stargazing at nightSuddenly a cold wet noseGrazes my ankle The sweet filly’s glanceLingers a moment too longAnd life’s warmth intrudes I can’t help but feel that the teaching of history should be deferred till one is much older. When history is taught in textbooks to schoolchildren, they are taught dates, places, battles, which treaty was signed, and what the outcome was. In other words, they are taught impersonal history from the point of view . . . → Read More: Teaching History A blue morning chillUncertainty looms aheadAct, or not to act? Travels are overDwelling has no permanenceWhere does one belong? Gone for a vacation Overnight by trainAlmost two hours in zazenTrying to stay awake Cold twilight surroundsRacing in the wildernessA curved tube of light The nala flows onBehind flats at lazy noonFlowing water soothes Sleepy office dayRemoving the mutka’s lidInside cool and dark Modern day living has given rise to a new sort of entertainment which is unique, to my mind, in the history of mankind. The resources of television and the silver screen, commercial novels and shopping malls make it possible. To understand this, I must first make clear the difference between pleasure and joy. Pleasure . . . → Read More: Consuming Entertainment | ||||
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