sleeping with the moon

IMG_20140525_105329557garden speaks through its flowers ..
a dharma talk on cosmic truth, its syntax
is the rush of joy and different hues
written on the harmony of loam,
of grey rock and sturdy leaves ~
an elemental symphony …

a webbed raiment as transient as foam, a
feral scent flirting with a lilting breeze,
a few sleepy stepping-stones along the
path and the budding, the blooming, the
falling into decay, undisturbed by worldly
cares, a green nirvana of prickly branches

and cherry trees, the wildish thorned
rose and the innocent daisy, palm fronds
and color spectrums, no burdens, just an
isness of small beings embracing the earth,
dancing with the sun, sleeping with the moon

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.” Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), Japanese poet of the Edo period

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© 2014, poem and photographs, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; photos taken with a Moto G


15 thoughts on “sleeping with the moon

  1. Beautiful, Jamie, and so true. I have just been outside working in my garden–vegetables to nourish the body and flowers for the soul. Even prettier than bells to me is the birdsong, which calms the nerves and clears the mind.


  2. So lovely and as you always seem to do you have captured the essence with words. Not easy to do. I can feel all of this in my own tiny deck garden of potted things. The garden brings so much joy each and every time I glance at it and I do this many, many times each day. Yes we need the earth.


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