The temple bell roused me from dreams
And waiting for the starlit dawn
The night, alas! was long as are
One hundred autumn nights.~The Sarashina Diary*
*cited: Translated: Annie Shipley Omoni & Kōchi Doe. Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Co., 1920.
… we stand without talking, we stand with tears … to think that I must travel a thousand miles of mist and rain and water! The evening clouds are gathering again, and the sky widens to the south. It is an old story: parting from [loved ones is] full of pain … ~Li Yung
See the mist around my pavilion: before my eyes there is mist all about. It is the image of my sadness, the reflection of my dull, still eyes. Forever will my dull eyes stare at you, pale mist, my eyes that never will light up again. ~Li Yi-hang*
*cited: The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Jade Flute, by Various
image and poetry submitted in response to Paula’s (Lost in Translation) Words of Wisdom challenge.
a child’s smile…silent
resounding within the heart,
memories…blossom
by firelight
listening to the silence
of things we can’t see ~Larry Gross*
*cited: Jackie Hardy, Haiku Poetry Ancient & Modern
the dandelions too
have shaved heads…
festival day ~Issa*
*cited: http://www.haikuguy.com
my hut
the butterfly’s sleeping place
tonight ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
Sunlight, shadows, and Spring Creek’s current reflected on the wall of an underpass. I hope you enjoy.
lens-artists photo challenge: buildings and other structures
green moss–
all the way to my lap
spring’s rainbow ~Issa*
*www.haikuguy.com noted. A love note to Planet Earth. Spring’s dazzling colors touch and include Issa. He gazes and realizes: I am (we are) part of this glory!
the lantern blown out–
the sound of the wind
through the leaves ~Shiki*
*cited: Jackie Hardy, Haiku Poetry Ancients & Modern. Tuttle Publishing, 2022
even in the spring mists
the sounds of water
trailing through the rocks ~ Sokan*
*Hardy, Jackie. Haiku Poetry Ancient & Modern. Tuttle Publishing 2002
Across concealed blue skies,
drifting signs.
Imaginary birds and dragons –
aimless shifting stories.
Gathering and dispersing
water droplets and star dust.
In flight,
clouds empty of clouds
trails of clouds
layered memories
a time forever gone
stands between us
dewdrops of autumn
reeds–
a flitting firefly
catches his breath ~Issa (haikuguy.com)
a meditative journey 
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