While cutting down the rice,
the little weeds with autumn
sunlight on them.
~Buson (cited: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

While cutting down the rice,
the little weeds with autumn
sunlight on them.
~Buson (cited: Y Sawa & EM Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

autumn wind–
walking along the valley’s cliff
my shadow
~Issa (cited: http://www.haikuguy.com)

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head pillowed on arm,
such affection for myself?
and this smoky moon
~Buson*


*cited in
The Sound of Water
Trans: Sam Hamil
As I was reviewing old post, these were two WP images and one haiku that were posted in April, 2013
Ceaseless tears–clouded mind:
Bright scene–moon-shadow.
~The Sarashina Diary
(cited: Trans: AS Omori & K Doi, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

Image and poem submitted in response to Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: layered

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

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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.
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