Morning and evening
I gazed at
incense smoke –
drifting,
remembering…

Morning and evening
I gazed at
incense smoke –
drifting,
remembering…

In an old temple
deep in Mount Koya,
Kii Province,
I listen to raindrops
falling from a cedar tree.
~Ryokan*

*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
Gloriously
Shines the spring sun
A skylark soars
And sad am I,
Alone with my thoughts
~Man’yoshu*

*cited:
up ahead, someone
will be at home
spring morning

Morning haze
hides blossoms from the wind
too completely
~Senjun*

*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
I am a drop of dew
Hanging from a leaf
Yet, I am not unrestful
For on this branch, I seem to have existed
From before the birth of the world
~Izumi Shikibu

Grasses in a mist
and water flowing silently,
daylight fading
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
Springtime rain!
Almost dark, and yet
today still lingers
~Buson*

this image is available through Turning Art
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
The depth of the hearts
Of humankind cannot be known.
But in my birthplace
The plum blossoms smell the same
As in the years gone by.
~Ki no Tsurayuki*

image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s b&w challenge: timeless
*cited:
walking on, walking on
accompanying memories – springtime,
where have you gone to?

Nothing
in the world
is usual today
Sorrow is…
evergreen

Krista’s photo challenge for May 27th is to “get inspired by the many connotations of the word spare.”
Spare: adjective (Roget’s International Thesaurus)

cattails
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