Full moon setting Placitas Open Space 12.23.18

Night Snow

I wondered why the covers felt so cold,

and then I saw how bright my window was.

 Night far gone, I know the snow must be deep- 

from time to time I hear the bamboos cracking.

Bai Juyi

from Zen Poems

Smokey waiting for the storm

Jed and Smokey waiting

Mountains waiting

Without understanding,

would it not become a hindrance

to the Dharma?

In the boat, observing the wind

in the drifting clouds at sea.

Shinkei (1406-1475)

from Zen Poems

La Jolla, California early morning Pacific

My mind is like the autumn moon

An emerald lake - pure, clean and bright.

There is nothing with which it compares,

Tell me, how can I explain?

Hanshan (8th century)

from Zen Poems

That which blossoms

falls, the way of all flesh

in this world of flowers.

sakeba chiru

mi no yukuse ya

hana sekai

KIKO 

death poem 5.2.1823

The Bosque del Apache is a wetland wildlife reserve about an hour and a half south of Albuquerque. This time of year the sandhill cranes and snow geese arrive from their summer homes north. Besides hundreds of bird species the Bosque is home to coyotes, snakes, mountain lions, wild cats, occasional bear and an assortment of other species.

It is funded and managed by the US Fish and Wildlife Service.  https://www.fws.gov/refuge/bosque_del_apache/

Makes for a glorious fall adventure and escape. We were there yesterday. A birthday gift to myself!

fall grasses wind whipped, Bosque del Apache

lone crow Bosque del Apache

 Bosque del Apache

Church

Every Sunday morning I walk Finn and Sophie, my border collies in the Sandia Mountain foothills. We arrive before dawn and are there to see the sunrise. Each week the mountain offers a new and different beauty. This morning a storm is moving in and clouds lay gently over the ridge to the north. Today we startled a deer, and stepped over (or sniffed as the case may be) several large and very fresh piles of bear scat full of red berries.

My Sunday morning church.

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Fight your shame

throw out your pride and learn all you can

from others.

this is the basis of a successful life.

Rikyu

 (written as a guide for the student of tea- all of us really)

early morning light Placitas Open Space

That which blossoms

falls, the way of all flesh

in this world of flowers.

sakeba chiru

mi no yukusue ya

hama sekai

Kiko

5.2.1823

zen monk death poem

To depart while seated or standing is all one.

All I shall leave behind me

Is a heap of bones...

Koho Kennichi

10.12.1316

Zen death poem

Tarryall Mountains, Colorado... view over the bones

Cargoless,

bound heavenward,

ship of the moon.

Tsumimono ya

nakute jodo e

tsuki no fune

Dohaku

1673

Zen death poem

Colorado Rocky Mountain sky

Bro and Tracy Spay and Neuter Project had its first official trial run this weekend.

Bro and Tracy http://www.broandtracy.org/ is an animal rescue organization in the Albuquerque area. They recently inherited enough money to put together a spay and neuter mobile clinic. They will take the van to outlying communities in the area, ones that have poor access to vet care and offer affordable spay and neuter surgeries. The horrendous and heartbreaking problem of unwanted dogs and cats can only be met this way... offer services that are convenient to those in need.

My Occasional Gallery (ACOG) is planning an art fundraiser this December to help support this effort.  http://annecooperstudio.com/ACOG.htm

Please contact me through my website if you have questions or want to help out.  http://annecooperstudio.com/contact.html

Bro and Tracy Spay and Neuter Project in action, Pine Hill, NM

Teach us to walk the soft Earth as relatives

to all that live.

Sioux prayer

Clio, my favorite donkey

Cargoless,
bound heavenward,
ship of the moon.

tsumimono ya
nakute jodo e
tsuke no fume

Doharku
1675
death poem

this mornings walk in Bear Canyon, full moon set

Seventy years and more

I have tasted life to its utmost

The stench of urine sticks to my bones.

What matter all these?

Ho! Where is the place I return to?

Above the peak the moonlight whitens

A clear wind blows.

Tosui Unkei

9.19.1683

death poem

moon set over Albuquerque

Clouds drifting off:

the sight of

moonlit heavens.

ukigumo no

harete jodo no

tsukimi kana

Kizan

8.15.1786

death poem

NEW WORK...

PAPER:COLOR:STICHES

Using left over paper from my Rakusu Project http://annecooperstudio.com/

Pet an equine week.

 Coping.

Jed

Lynda, Clio, Smokey

Clio

Smokey, Jed, Clio

gibbous moon and sunrise in Placitas

This final scene I'll not see
to the end - my dream
is fraying.


Sue ikki
mi hatenu yume no
hotsure kana

Choko 
10.2.1731
death poem

Today the sky above Mount Hiei, too,
takes off its clouds:
a change of robe.

Hie mo Kyo
kumo naki sora ya
koromogae

Shogo
4.3.1798
death poem

water dragonflies
me too
all of us flow along

Santoka Taneda

Anne Cooper Occasional Gallery

2018

Susan Linnell

5.5.18

Corn - Nirvana

seeing with ears / hearing with eyes

The art works of Susan Myo On Linnell are integrated with Zen meditation practice and teaching.

These highly spontaneous, playful works are often made as a direct expression of Zen koans, haiku and other poems or prose with elements deeply connected to and expressive of the natural world. 

Susan was ordained a Zen Buddhist Priest in 2009, and her central work is service as a Zen monk and now teacher of Zen.  Art making continues to be a vivid, fully integrated, and vigorous practice.

Anne Cooper Occasional Gallery

2018

Joseph Traugott

3.31.18

Ambiguity

The Uncertainty Principle

Small paper sculptures 

Nothing is as it appears, and appearances are deceiving

Besides being a working artist, Joe is a curator and author of 8 books on New Mexico arts.  Including The Art of New Mexico, 2007, Gustave Baumann's Southwest, 2007, New Mexico Through Art, Prehistory to Present, 2012.

Joe and  artist Laurel Wallace

Man's end,
a mound of gleaming bones:
a flowering and a fading.

Mi no hate wa
shari no hikari ya
hanagokoro

Hamei
12.26.1837
death poem

Placitas open space, spiral!

My six and seventy years are through.
I was born, I am not dead.
Clouds floating on the high wide skies
The moon curves through its million-mile course.

Yakuo Tokuken
5.19.1320
death poem

dawn light, Placitas open space

The journey west,
a way that all would travel:
flower field.

daremo negau
hanano o nishi e
angya kana

Baiseki
9.16.1716
death poem

I die

the evening of the day

the hibiscus blooms

fuyo saku

hi yube ni

shinuru kana

Koson

8.31.1920

death poem

Brazos cliffs sunset 3.24.18

that which blossoms
falls, the way of all flesh
in this world of flowers

sakeba chiru
mi no yukusue ya
hana sekai

Kiko

5.2.1823
death poem