The stars pass.
The moon passes.
Blue clouds pass above the mountains to the north.
The years go by.
~Empress Jito*

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Women Poets of Japan
Trans: K Rexroth & I Atsumi
The stars pass.
The moon passes.
Blue clouds pass above the mountains to the north.
The years go by.
~Empress Jito*

*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
Trans: K Rexroth & I Atsumi
The colors of the flowers fade
as the long rain fall,
as lost in thought,
I grow older.
~Ono no Komachi*

*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
Trans: K Rexroth & I Atsumi
I can no longer tell dream from reality.
Into what world shall I awake
from this bewildering dream?
~Akazome Emon*

*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
Trans: K Rexroth & I Atsumi
In the mountain shade,
water in the moss
drips between rocks.
I feel a glimmer
of clarity.
~Ryokan*

*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
Only today left
of spring. My walking
ended it.
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
But metta is much deeper than just nice ideas and good thoughts, isn’t it? It is a way of receiving everything and allowing things to be what they are, both internally and externally…
On a mountain slope
Solitary, uncompanioned
Stands a cherry tree.
Except for you, lonely friend,
To others I am unknown.
~Abbot Gyoson*

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a narrative of being
My parents died many years ago, but I remember going to see them in America when I was fifty-five years old. To them of course I wasn’t Ajahn Sumedho or anything like that, but just their little boy. Pretty soon the old ways of relating to each other started up again, and I found it really strange; it really affected me. Try to notice those kinds of relationships, the assumptions that go with father-son, mother-son, mother-daughter and so forth, just the assumptions and habit-tendencies that we have personally and emotionally. You could say that your parents shouldn’t treat you the way they do, that they should accept you as an equal adult. But that would be a should of life; it would be an ideal. The way it actually is, is ‘like this’. By allowing experiences to be consciously accepted, you realize that even if your parents can’t change, at…
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Spring is going;
hesitating and indecisive,
the last cherry blossom
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
If anyone
is going to my hometown,
send a message that
I have passed
Omi Province.
~Ryokan*

submitted in response to Cheri’s photo challenge “…get inspired by the curves around you…”
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
Does that bird
think of past times
as it flies, singing
over the shade in the spring…
of weeping willows?

Within but a single night
The cherry blossoms vanish
And are completely gone
~Issa*

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