The Last Second of Summer
The bare branches of an
old shrub
Above its fallen scarlet leaves─
Emptiness or forms?
Chrysanthemums in full bloom
Below clear blue skies─
Forms and emptiness?
The first second of autumn,
The last second of summer─
Neither Forms nor Emptiness,
The spaces of past time,
The realms of dead minds;
Or, bereft of Space and Time,
The Singularity of the Big Bang Sublime.
Mabon, 9/22/2020
Reading The Heart Sutra from the Buddhist scriptures.
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!"
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly
changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools."
- Henry Beston, Northern Farm
Reading The Heart Sutra from the Buddhist scriptures.
"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all."
- Stanley Horowitz
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!"
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly
changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools."
- Henry Beston, Northern Farm
Mabon, Autumn Equinox Celebrations: Lore, Quotes, Bibliography, Notes
Beautiful autumn colors on the trees in our neighborhood. Wonderful.
We have been improving our winter vegetable garden.
Here are a few photos that Karen took in our back yard in Red Bluff.
Our Winter Garden
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