As you probably know William Wordsworth’s poem about daffodils is one of his most well known and I am fortunate enough to live in the town of his birth and there are still plenty of daffodils to be seen here in this part of the year, including my front garden. 🙂
I knew that nothing is known
And I do not know what I knew
If flying is going down
Or if the one who climbs falls
I went beyond man
Almost at the height of the child
But I could not find it
That’s why I’m going back with you
But it does not matter what I say
If the story is one
There are half the world waiting
With a flower in his hand
And the other half of the world
For that flower waiting
And for all those things
I’m back with you
Mother that you have taught me
What is a circle the way
And only the one that goes very far
You can find your destination
That is to say what is close
Or the place where to party
But it does not matter what I say
If the story is one
“You should stop words and letters, and learn to withdraw and reflect on yourself. When you do so, your body and mind will naturally fall away, and your original Buddha nature will appear.” – Dogen.
I will! I love daffodils.
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Me too! 🙂
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Ours are just starting to appear. They’re happy flowers.
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As are their onlookers. 🙂
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🙂
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One who is great listener and who loves daffodils and their soft music 🙂
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As you probably know William Wordsworth’s poem about daffodils is one of his most well known and I am fortunate enough to live in the town of his birth and there are still plenty of daffodils to be seen here in this part of the year, including my front garden. 🙂
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You are indeed very lucky Ben! Share pictures of your deffodils in some poem. I would love to see them.
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I have no easy way of doing this I am afraid. Sorry
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No worries Ben!
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🙂
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will put my ears down
when i encounter them 🙂
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It will be appreciated.
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I sure will. I’ve been waiting many months.
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I’m sure you’re no alone in that, my friend, though we have been a week or two in advance of you around here. 🙂
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Yes, I think you usually are. It’s nice to read U.K. blogs because it’s like spring comes twice.
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🙂
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Lovely, Ben! I hear them whispering in your haiku. 🌞
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Enjoy! ❤
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I knew that nothing is known
And I do not know what I knew
If flying is going down
Or if the one who climbs falls
I went beyond man
Almost at the height of the child
But I could not find it
That’s why I’m going back with you
But it does not matter what I say
If the story is one
There are half the world waiting
With a flower in his hand
And the other half of the world
For that flower waiting
And for all those things
I’m back with you
Mother that you have taught me
What is a circle the way
And only the one that goes very far
You can find your destination
That is to say what is close
Or the place where to party
But it does not matter what I say
If the story is one
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Thank you.
Buddha did not say
“This flower? A thousand words?”
It spoke for itself.
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Yes, but we people like to put some words, and even music into it. 🙂
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Don’t we though. 😀
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We will.
Let the daffodils dance,
We shall absorb the grace and beauty.
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It’s an all-singing, all-dancing show. 🙂
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I don’t even hear my door bell ring sometimes so no promises.
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It is not only our ears that hear the flowers’ voice. 🙂
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