Friday, October 18, 2013


Photo by J. C. Butler

Elitism is an odd, sometimes funny, ofttimes sad, thing.


Walking about, you might stumble on a meadow full of daisies when emerging from a darkened wood. All seem the same; they are all quite lovely, having a collective presence, a certain oneness.

Cutting through the meadow, you see in the near distance a road, perhaps one you've taken before. There is a ditch, or trench, that runs along the side of the road, and there is a single daisy, near an adjoining culvert, in its full splendor.

This daisy stands out, errant though it may be. You - we - are attracted to it: it seems, somehow, finer than the rest.

Behind us now is the meadow, resplendent with daisies. Ahead, a ditch, with a single daisy, a daisy that stands out.


Photo by Denise Lynn R.


Artwork by Okuhara Seiko

filling in
for temple flowers...
a willow
translated by David G. Lanoue


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