Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Today I love to challenge you (again) with the prompt "time". We have seen this prompt several times earlier here at CDHK, but today it seems different. As you know we are on the Road to Santiago and while we are walking this road we are reading "The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho". On his Road to Santiago Paulo has a guide named Petrus who teaches him how to become in tune with the cosmos so to say.
Every pilgrimage is meant to be for spiritual growth and that spiritual growth is also the hidden meaning of our wonderful Japanese poetry like haiku and tanka. Through looking closely to our surroundings we become one with our surroundings, with nature. We not only live with nature we are part of nature.
As you all know we have four seasons (in ancient Japan they have a fifth season too "New Year") and with the seasons time passes by. So today we will look at time and how to experience time, or maybe I have to say "how to not experience time".
And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"
And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds? And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
© Khalil Gibran
people, and surroundings. The best time to do this is after lunch.
in the footprints left an oyster
shimmering of a pearl