Friday, 6 February 2009






On a mountain slope,
Solitary, uncompanioned,
Stands a cherry tree.
Except for you, lonely friend,
To others I am unknown.

Abbot Gyoson




Morotomo ni
Aware to omoe
Yama-zakura
Hana yori hoka ni
Shiru hito mo nashi


Daisojo Gyoson
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  1. edith6 February 2009 at 12:28

    :-))ai gresit cadoul:P

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  2. edith6 February 2009 at 20:59

    Frumoasa imaginea...mi-a adus aminte de livada de ciresi din filmul Akira Kurosawa's Dreams...in caz ca nu l-ai vazut,merita...e deosebit!

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  3. Anonymous7 February 2009 at 09:53

    I am not disposed by fire, air, water and dust. I am neither A Hindu nor a Turk, my identity lies neither int he wilderness of Arabia nor within the walls of Lahore. I am not the secret essence strenuously revealed by creed and religion. I was not born of Adam and Eve. I did not adopt my name nor can I own any. I am neither stationary nor adrift. Can I know who I am?

    It is I myself I know to be the beginning and the end. Neither do I recognize any other being. It is nowhere else but within myself that perception and knowledge are embodied. Then who is he that stands as the Other? And who am I? Can I know bulleh?
    ----Bulleh Shah

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  4. mansuetude7 February 2009 at 18:55

    so beautiful.
    why is it your land, your grasses seem to radiate light back up to us?

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  5. Unknown7 February 2009 at 23:33

    Tree of life is just as life...kind of seemingly isolated yet constantly surprising...nice

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  6. Shuddho8 February 2009 at 15:29

    nice composition

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  7. Roxana9 February 2009 at 00:34

    edith, da, si mie imi place Dreams :-)

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  8. Roxana9 February 2009 at 00:36

    anon, thank you for these words, any answer is superfluous.

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  9. Roxana9 February 2009 at 00:38

    mansuetude, how could I answer this... maybe it is just that you can feel my joy when I push the button, that moment of exhilaration... because you are able of this kind of deep empathy...

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  10. Roxana9 February 2009 at 00:40

    gabi, good to hear from you again :-) you have been quiet lately. you are right, one cannot ever know the tree of life, it constantly surprises us.

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  11. Roxana9 February 2009 at 00:42

    oh, zuma, what has happened? where are your usual mythological allegories with which you used to overwhelm me? :-)

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  12. BLACK AND WHITE9 February 2009 at 13:36

    Hi Roxana, this picture is so silent. Beautiful simple scenery!
    Thanks for your visit on my blog.

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  13. Roxana9 February 2009 at 14:12

    thank you for visiting back, B & W :-)

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  14. Szerelem10 February 2009 at 02:52

    when i saw the picture - and I hadn't read the words - the first thing it reminded me of was the name of Abbas kiarostami's film Taste of Cherry. I have no idea why. And then i saw the words and it just seemed apt.

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  15. Roxana10 February 2009 at 11:17

    ah sz, thank you for recommending that film, I will try to find it. you made me curious.

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