
Going through the gate,
I am so a wanderer
this twilight in autumn.
~Buson (Trans: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

Going through the gate,
I am so a wanderer
this twilight in autumn.
~Buson (Trans: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

Visit Leya to join the weekly lens-artist photo challenge.
amid dewdrops
of this dewdrop world
a shoe lost

it’s a dewdrop world
surely it is…
yes…but
~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)

trailed of clouds
the layered memories
of time forever gone
stands between us now
within dewdrops of autumn

Abel Korzeniowski…”Going Somewhere”

In this hour of longing
Reflection brings to mind each day gone by
And in each one
Was less of sorrow
~Izumi Shikibu (Trans: AS Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Sunday Sayings post inspired by poetrypix.com

compared to last year,
this has been even more loneliness —
autumn evening.
~Buson (Trans: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson
“for us to survive, both as individuals and as a species, we need a revolution in consciousness.”
Love Letter to the Earth, Thich Nhat Hanh, April 21, 2019 Plum Village

Another with same thoughts
May be gazing at the pale morning moon
Of the Long-night month–
No sight is more sorrowful
~Izumi Shikibu,
Trans: AS Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
BELOVED MOTHER OF ALL THINGS
“I bow my head before you as I look deeply and recognise that you are present in me and that I’m a part of you. I was born from you and you are always present, offering me everything I need for my nourishment and growth. My mother, my father, and all my ancestors are also your children. We breathe your fresh air. We drink your clear water. We eat your nourishing food. Your herbs heal us when we’re sick. …
“Sometimes I forget. Lost in the confusions and worries of daily life, I forget that my body is your body, and sometimes even forget that I have a body at all. Unaware of the presence of my body and the beautiful planet around me and within me, I’m unable to cherish and celebrate the precious gift of life you have given me. Dear Mother, my deep wish is to wake up to the miracle of life. I promise to train myself to be present for myself, my life, and for you in every moment. I know that my true presence is the best gift I can offer to you, the one I love.”
~ Thich Nhat Hanh, Love Letter to the Earth Plum Village
My legacy –
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,

The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn … ~Ryokan (1758 – 1831)
Trans: J Stevens, Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf

In the dead of night, moon-gazing,
The thought of the deep mountain affrighted,
Yet longings for the mountain village
At all other moments filled my heart.
~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Image and poem submitted in response to Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday challenge.

Ten years it took
To build my little cottage.
Now the cool wind inhabits half of it
And the rest is filled with moonlight.
There is no place left for the mountain and the stream
So I guess they will have to stay outside.
~Song Sun (1493-1583) Trans: V O Baron & C S Park
Wyoming landscape and poetry submitted in response to Amy’s (The World is a Book) lens-artists photo challenge: countryside and/or small towns.

I yearn for a tranquil moment
To be out upon the sea of harmony,
In that enchanted boat.
Oh, boatman, do you know my heart?
~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
A small section of the Pacific Ocean along the Oregon coastline (2010) and a poem from The Sarashina Diary submitted in response to Travel with Intent’s six word challenge.
Rain, hail, snow, and ice;
All are different,
But when they fall
They become the same water
As the valley stream
~Ikkyu Sojun

Image and poem submitted in response to Leya’s photo challenge: magical
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