Well, that explains my melancholy said, Princess Haiku, vanishing as the rose exploded for a fierce second into twilight.
In Ghostly Japan
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AND it was at the hour of sunset that they came to the foot of the mountain. There was in that place no sign of life,--neither token of water, nor trace of plant, nor shadow of flying bird,--nothing but desolation rising to desolation. And the summit was lost in heaven.
Then the Bodhisattva said to his young companion:--"What you have asked to see will be shown to you. But the place of the Vision is far; and the way is rude. Follow after me, and do not fear: strength will be given you."
Tiny W. came to visit a few days ago as I was playing KDFC. As the opening melody of, Scheherazade spilled into the room he threw his arms into the air and started to spin about. A little later when the symphony ended he went over to the stereo of his own accord and kissed it. I would call this, "critical acclaim" for who hears better than an eighteen month old? And BTW his mother was so shocked that her mouth fell open.
The flower People are so enchanting, that perhaps even the ghostly forms that emerged are beautiful enough. And besides which Princess Haiku, exclaimed, "Who am I to complain about ghostly shadows?"
You never know what you will find at a Spring, flea market. I found a set of gorgeous botanical flower fairies that I tried to photograph and sadly the results were disappointing. This sleepy dog with Victorian dolls was delightful. One never knows what will appear in one's view.