With blooms of pampas grass
for markers
I push my way along,

no trace of the trail
I vaguely remembered.
~Saigyō (cited: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
With blooms of pampas grass
for markers
I push my way along,

no trace of the trail
I vaguely remembered.
~Saigyō (cited: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
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So poignant, Brenda. It makes you want to cry looking at this. Beautiful.
I am always amazed how words as they travel through time touch our hearts