The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.Basho
In these wonderful lines from Narrow Road to the Interior, Matsuo Basho, the celebrated 17th century Japanese poet and haiku master, has reminded us that home is not the destination of our journey; it is the journey itself. With a philosophy rooted in Taoism and Zen, Basho understood that life can only be lived when one is fully awake, fully aware, and fully invested in the mystery and glory of the present moment. Home is the uncertain path beneath our feet, the mysterious dance of form and color around every bend, the unexpected wind upon our face. Home is a fading church bell, the intense fragrance of flowers in the early evening, the haunting sound of whippoorwills calling to one another at twilight. Home is the restless dragonfly, the solitary heron that feeds in the shallows, the bluebird that sits outside your window pondering the meaning of an early snowfall. Home is both movement and stillness, the stillness in our movement and the movement in our stillness.
Many of the treasured moments of Basho's life were expressed in his celebrated haiku verses. I have chosen several of these verses and paired them with some of my photos that seem appropriate. Enjoy!
Many of the treasured moments of Basho's life were expressed in his celebrated haiku verses. I have chosen several of these verses and paired them with some of my photos that seem appropriate. Enjoy!
Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
Silent the old town
the scent of flowers floating
and evening bell
The dragonfly
can't quite land
on that blade of grass
Now in sad autumn
as I take my
darkening path
a solitary bird
A lightning flash --
and, piercing the darkness,
the night heron's cry
and, piercing the darkness,
the night heron's cry
Twilight whippoorwills
whistle on,
sweet deepened
of dark loneliness
First white snow of fall
just enough to bend
the leaves
One more -- one that not only captures the essence of Basho's life, but also provides a good template for the rest of us:
A wanderer,
so let that be my name --
the first winter rain
Perfectly beautiful, especially paired with your tremendous photographs.
ReplyDeleteThis morning --
Hot as a brand
but hanging laundry
suddenly a breeze.
To Ruth,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the nice comments.
Cool for a change here
Dry grass hears whisper of hope
A cardinal darts.
George, both the words and the photography are so very beautiful that I want them, printed out, on the wall of my study so that I can refer to them every day.
ReplyDeleteBoth words and photographs are utterly beautiful, I shall come back and spend more time absorbing them both. Thank you for a lovely post.
ReplyDeleteStunning pairings George! So I guess one could then say:
ReplyDeleteTransit Notes are sent
From home, that welcoming place
Of Wabi-Sabi.
To Pat,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely comments.
Reality now
Speaks words on Wensleydale walls
Fresh eggs from new chicks
To Rowan,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind note. Glad you liked the post.
Coming and going
Seasons leaving gifts of change
Circle of the year
To Bonnie,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your nice comments and the special gift of a haiku verse.
Wabi-sabi true
The Tao and a taste of Zen
Life peels the apple
What an utterly wonderful post—lines of wisdom and grace paired with magnificent images from a soul-connected eye. You are the real deal, my friend…
ReplyDeleteTo Grizz,
ReplyDeleteDelighted that you have enjoyed this post. I am both honored and humbled by your comments. I love your expression, "soul-connected eye." I don't know if it is connected well enough, but I keep on trying. As you know as a photographer, the clicking is secondary to the seeing.
River and seasons change
Not the small cottage witness
Incorrigible
Second to Weavers comment...and for the first time I'm having computer envy...I want a bigger screen...so I can sit further back and enjoy the lines with the pictures.. Wonderful post.
ReplyDeleteTo Karin,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the nice comments.
Computer problem
Solved by looking out the window
Sun on the bird's wing
Very enjoyable! Beautiful words and photos!
ReplyDelete"Home is both movement and stillness, the stillness in our movement and the movement in our stillness"...such meaningful words for me.
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ReplyDeleteTo Wanda,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the nice comments, especially about the lines on movement and stillness. It's paradoxical but true, at least for me.
Moments of your life
Framed in captured morning light
Starbursts miles away
Days at the Lake
ReplyDeleteThen, home again,Internet,
And charming haiku.
Not really poetry, just history.
Thanks!
A post with echoes of Nature - the photos seem to embody the lines "the stillness in our movement and the movement in our stillness". As I write this, it's raining here in the mountains - a cold rain that signals change.
ReplyDeleteHi George
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your Basho walk through haiku and fine imagery.
Walking the countryside through small villages in Japan was one of the highlights of my life. Composing haiku as we walked seemed a natural thing to do. At nights in old traditional country inns, sitting on the tatami, after superb dinners we would share our haiku...
Two of my favourite Basho Haiku follow...
Long conversations
beside blooming irises
Joys of life on the road
The lillies
the stems, just as they are
the flowers, just as they are...
and for you from me...
Across vast oceans
though seasons and cultures change
we join through haiku
Happy haiku days
To Kristi,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the visit and nice comments in haiku.
It's all poetry
Lake days then home again
Your bright history
To Barb,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely comments.
Cold rain in mountains
Wind lifts fallen dry petals
The promise of change
To Delwyn,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your thoughtful and generous comments. Your trip through the Japanese countryside sounds wonderful.
I love the two Basho haiku verses that you quoted. The one about "the joys of life on the road' really resonates with me, not only because of its metaphorical significance, but also because I am a passionate walker/hiker. The second one about the lilies, the stems, the flowers, "just as they are" is one that I haven't seen for some reason. Very, very lovely.
And thanks, especially, for the wonderful little haiku you composed for me. It says so much about the joys and infinite possibilities of blogging.
Australia there
Its quiet song beckoning me
Time to take wing -- now
George
ReplyDeleteThere is such a lot in this entry.
I must get out, the light is fading here.
...Tramp
Thanks for the comments, Tramp.
ReplyDeleteMay you and Lady
Find birdsong and peaceful bliss
Walking at twilight
What a beautiful post. I found your blog through Weaver of Grass and Riverdaze. I love the Basho and your accompanying photographs.
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To Annie,
ReplyDeleteWhat a pleasure to have you visit my site, Annie. I'm glad you liked the piece on Basho and haikus.
Welcome visitor
Come back with your comments soon
Something new -- always!
Haven't had much time for comments lately but wanted to let you know how much I've enjoyed your last three posts. I'm not sure what I like best about your blog - your writing or your photos. I look forward to more of both.
ReplyDeleteTo Fireweed Meadow,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the nice comments. I just hope you are safe from the fires up your way. I enjoy following your interesting life in the mountains.
Life in green mountains
Windsong, berries, and wonder
Solitude and awe
such exquisite images and so diverse... all beautiful
ReplyDeleteTo Gwen,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely comments.
Fantastically insightful blog that you have here, Mr. McHenry! I am curious as to your thoughts on the Ayahuasca. Wishes for a wonderful night to you!
ReplyDeleteNamaste,
~Neesha
To Neesha,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind and generous comments, Neesha. I have not had a chance to read the article on Ayahuasca, but I plan to in the next few days, at which time I will give you my thoughts. Best wishes and good luck on your journey.
what wonderful pairings-- Basho's haiku with your beautiful imagery-- the the words are wonderful as well-- I will be back.
ReplyDeleteTo Donna,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the nice comments. As you well know, pairing visual images with inspiring words is great fun!
Sitting down to catch up on your blog, I'm immediately transported! What lovely conjunctions of word and image. Your heron pic reminded me of a haiku I wrote inspired by Dylan Thomas's phrase 'the heron-priested shore':
ReplyDeleteheron at dawn
stalking the slow streams -
hungry ascetic
and another 2 paired haiku entitled 'yang and yin':
heron priest
with pointed beak
penetrates fish hearts
but heron priestess
plumbs their souls
with piercing eyes
To Robert,
ReplyDeleteWow, Robert! Thanks for going back and reading the postings I made while you were away. I always appreciate and enjoy your comments.
I love your haiku verses. The images of the heron as priest or priestess are wonderful and so appropriate for this stern, stiff-necked creature.
Love the poetry paired with your work.
ReplyDeleteBeauty seizes, yes!
At last, a blissful moment.
Vanishes too fast.
To Chesley,
ReplyDeleteToll the welcome bells
Chesley, Joaquin, and Brody
Happy is Daddy George
Thank you the kind comments and the wonderful haiku.
I love Basho and I delight in your photos!
ReplyDeleteTo Pat,
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pat. Nice to have you stop by and hope you return. Have a nice day.
Thanks Geogre!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Bach.
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