On the day of my ascension, gratitude! Thank you, mentors and teachers, friends and enemies, mountaintop and desert moments. Thank you, Immanuel, for walking the whole way with me. wind an eagle soars On the day of my ascension, praise! to you, red rocks of Sedona; Grand, Bryce […]
Graduation day precedes final report card pick-up. The “Last Dance” at Senior Prom precedes some final melody. A roll of thunder follows a lightening strike–before the last flash of the storm. A parry during a fencing match lands before the ultimate riposte. How these penultimates eclipse the end! […]
Shelter-in-place. Curtailed flights. Masked ambulations. “The New Normal” of “New York Pause,” and its sister terms in other states, confine us to save lives. It’s easy to stir against that confinement. But as the last songbirds vie for their territory with every note, I recall travels this past […]
The questions of how to begin and what to think are matters for one’s own heart to resolve. Of oneself, for oneself – you must be your own teacher. Sen No Rikyu An ever-twilight, midsummer wood, save for the towering, lakeside Pines and the Cherry blossoms. A meadow […]
Breathing in the wind on the water. Breathing out the weariness from a weight of cares. Breathing in, wind on water. Breathing out, weariness. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe. passing rain suddenly, pink and white blossoms
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 