Out breath
and in breath-
know that they are
proof that the world
is inexhaustible.
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
On a quiet evening in my thatch-roofed hut,
alone I play a lute with no strings.
It’s melody enters wind and cloud,
mingles deeply with a flowing stream,
fills out the dark valley,
blows through the vast forest, then disappears.
Other than those who hear emptiness,
who will capture this rare sound?
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
This pile of
fallen leaves
separates my hermitage
further and further
from the world of woe
~Rengetsu-ni
submitted for this week’s photo challenge: Change
On the shins of thin legs
breezes touching the hairs —
time of summer clothes.
~Buson*
Visit Paula’s Lost in Translation for additional images of “summertime”
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
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