Come again,
if you don’t mind
pushing your way through
dewy eulalia blossoms
to reach this twig-bound hut.
~Ryokan (cited: K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)

Come again,
if you don’t mind
pushing your way through
dewy eulalia blossoms
to reach this twig-bound hut.
~Ryokan (cited: K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)

“When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.”
~A A Mille, Winnie-the Pooh

Image and quote submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s Pick a Word Challenge: Ursine
Out of the dark,
Into a dark path
I must now enter:
Shine on me from afar
Moon of the mountain fringe.
~Izumi Shikibu (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

separation
among butterflies too…
white gang, yellow gang
~Issa (cited: www.haikuguy.com)

to a massive rock
grow quickly my pebble…
Ishitaro
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com

Simon & Garfunkel – I am a Rock”

“… What a bizarre new landscape, so full of eerie fascination, yet one we might also come to love again. We human beings cause monstrous conditions, but precisely because we cause them we soon learn to adapt ourselves to them. Only if we become such that we can no longer adapt ourselves, only if, deep inside, we rebel against very kind of evil, will we be able to put a stop to it. Aeroplanes, streaking down in flames, still have a weird fascination for us – even aesthetically – though we know, deep down, that human beings are being burnt alive. As long as that happens, while everything within us does not yet scream out in protest, so long will we find ways of adapting ourselves, and the horrors will continue.”
cited: Trans: Arno Pomerans, An Interrupted Life The Diaries of Etty Hillesum 1941 – 1943, p. 81.
Image and quote submitted in response to Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday Challenge
becoming a walking stick
little bamboo
at the peak of youth
~Issa (www.hakiuguy.com)

the rivers have
an ancient darkness…
cuckoo
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

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: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

Even this wandering wind among the pines of the mountain-
I’ve heard that it departs with murmuring sound.
The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

The night opens and I cannot sleep,
Yet, I am dreaming dreams,
And, loving them, the moon I do not see.
~Izumi Shikibu, 976-1030 (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

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