cold
clouds
hurry

santoka teneda

 

the deep clear blue water

shines brightly

my sad shadow

santoka teneda

El Vado Lake northern New Mexico 11.14

I purify myself 

in the blue water

santoka teneda

from the shadows 

of the rocks

water wells up

santoka teneda

El Vado Lake northern New Mexico 11.14

The mountains become dark
I listen to its voice


Sometimes I stop begging
and gaze at the mountains


Santoka Teneda

Sandia mountain, Albuquerque, suset

On my penitent mind
the sun shining
and a small bird coming to chirp

Santoka Teneda

On 10.11.14 I presented THE RAKUSU PROJECT, Feel of the Needle in the ACOG
(A. C. Occasional Gallery), my studio gallery/zendo space.

Twenty-one rakusus, I had hand sewn using a wild and wide variety of papers, each illustrating a haiku by the Japanese mendicant monk, Santoka Teneda, were installed. The installation was a part of a performance in which Lynn Miller (performer, writer) modeled the rakusu and read the attendant haiku to the gathered crowd before being installed in the gallery. 
A video of the performance will be posted when available.



link to my website and more information about the project and the ACOG: 
annecooperstudio.com

feel of the needle
when at last
you get the thread through it

detail of
 "a soft whirling drunk/ a scattering of leaves"
tissue paper, cottonwood leaf, graphite

A steady autumn drizzle

one road

straight ahead

Santoka Teneda

Brazos cliffs 10.14

In the pine

at dawn and dusk

striking the bell

Santoka Teneda

Ponderosa pine 10.14

Sunset in the Brazos 10.14

The sky at sunset
a cup of sake
would taste so good

Santoka Teneda

Sandia Mountains, Albuquerque, early fall

The mountains
hazed and overlapped
my home town

Santoka Teneda

Making this the place to die
grasses luxuriate

Santoka Teneda

 Florence Oregon 9.14

Only that day dawns
to which we are awake

Henry David Thoreau

    

 Anderson Field, Albuquerque

Florence, Oregon  9.12.14

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

from the

SONG OF RYOKAN
III

True, all seasons have moonlit nights,
but here's the best night to see the moon.
the hills never so aloft, the streams never so clear,
in the infinite blue of autumn sky flies a disk of light,
neither light nor gloom is graced with a life of its own.
the moon and the earth are one, and myself one with them.

Going further into them
and further into them still
more green mountains

-santoka teneda-

Brazos cliffs near our cabin

The sunlight at its most intense 

one leaf falls

-santoka teneda-

                                          

sunset on the cliffs

Cold 
clouds
hurry

-santoka teneda