My gray shun lies

War was a terrible affliction to the peasantry,
but it was the nobility’s raison d’etre.

The Oxford Illustrated History of Medieval Europe George Holmes editor,

By accident I came across an older CNN article about the 1918 closing of Tsukiji Fish Market in Tokyo, and its moving down the road apiece near the Ariake-tennis-no-mori Station. to become the Toyosu Fish Market. I was there at Tsukiji a few weeks before it closed and made these images

The fish market opened in 1935 to replace an earlier market destroyed by the Great Kanto Earthquake of 1935. There are plenty of exciting images about the fish, vendors and auctioneers. onthe internet, , but I was also looking at other things.

The main market is for trade business only, but the public was allowed in to wander around. I first went there in 1975 while visiting my parents, who lived inJapan for 14 years .We went about 3 am to experience the auctions and other activity int he wholesale business.

All around the outside were various tourists shops and restaurants —fresh sushi for breakfast is just fine..

The Market was big, and various kinds of transporation was necessary to move produce around. the makert.

Tarrets were the mode of quicker transportation around the market..

Throughout the market roads tarrets would be buzzing around going one place to another delivering fish, here, people there,

There seemed to be something important about these drivers, and their vehicles, they seemed to have ubiquitous access to some special privilege

I remembered working in a big building, 5000 people on the production floor, another 3 000 in administration, We all had to wear an ID badges, ,color coded for what parts of the building we could access. . . and the only two people who had 100% access anywhere in the building were the highest and lowest positions— the president and the mail boy.

Alameda Creek

A monk in the wilds, walks or sits
lives each year on karma
green bamboo yellow flowers stray thoughts
white clouds streams everyday fare
he doesn’t mistake rocks for a tiger on the hill
or the shadow of a bow for the snake in a bowl
he stays out of touch in the woods
usually at sunset crows see him home

Stonehouse The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse poem 23 translated by Red Pine

Sometimes I hear people worry that others they meet or often just passer-bys, are thinking critical or unkind things about them.

Often young people in junior high and high school are personally concerned about the judgement of others even when the others are people they do not even know and may never see again.

Go into a store to buy something and worry about how the clerk is judging you?

I meet people along the Alameda Creek trail , I am often fascinated by who they are, For a couple of years I often passed Steve on the trails, I would say hello—after all, being on the trail we all share a common a reason for being at this place at this time—exercise.. Finally after awhile he says hello back and little by little we get used to passing each other and then one day we find ourselves stopped , maybe to look a a same thing, a second moment in common and we talk.,awhile, find something things in common and learn each others name.

Other times we may meet only once, but something stops us together in one place, here talking about the wildlife and share a moment and never see each other again.

Can’t say if the year has been hot or cold
weather here changes a couple of times a day
my hut’s paper windows are dry then wet
the stone steps in front go from wet to dry

Stonehouse The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse poem 163 translated by Red Pine

Does knowing how to say a word or spell a word mean we know wht the word means?

Are words of any use if I am the only one who uses the meaning I use or I choose to use.?

A clean patch of ground after a rain
an ancient pine half-covered with moss
we all see what’s before us
but how we use it isn’t the same

Stonehouse The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse poem99 translated by Red Pine

Homo sapiens.on Earth for 300,000, years and still, even in our own language, often we cannot speak the same language to each other, maybe we choose to make it that way.


San Francisco from Russion Hill one late afternoon

San Francisco from Russian Hill

Afternoon at the NIles Wat finds a chofa hiding in its own shadow ..

Mom had a stroke, suffered severe memory loss and expressive aphasia . I would meet her for lunch and afterwards we might return to her room, talk awhile and she would go to the window ,and start pointing and calling out the names of the things outside. She had expressive aphasia and would use non existent, made up words, to identify each one. Over time I noticed that while the words she used were not real, she would consistently use the same made up words for the same thing..

Sometimes people describe an experience by saying, “There are no words to describe this experience.”

Once when the World-Honored-One, in ancient times, was upon Mount Grdhrakuta, he held up a flower before the congregation of monks. At this time all were silent, but the Venrable Kasyapa only smiled. The World-Honored-One said, “I have the eye of the True Law, The Secret Essence of Nirvana, the Formless Form, the Mysterious Law-Gate. Without relying upon words and letters, beyond all teaching as a special transmission, I pass this all on to Mahakasyapa.”

Mumonkan Case VI Blyth translation

Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha


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