
Walking on, walking on,
things pondered about — springtime,
where has it gone to?
~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)

Walking on, walking on,
things pondered about — springtime,
where has it gone to?
~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
I’ve forgotten the trail
marked out while searching for you
in places I’ve never been


you left,
I remained…
two springs.
From this day forward, I will be…
may we find peace.

I was a child,
Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:
I was here…
My mother was there.
When I grew up
Nostalgia became a ticket:
I was here…
My bride was there.
Years later,
Nostalgia was a little tomb:
I was outside…
My mother was inside.
And now,
My nostalgia is a shallow strait:
I am at here…
The mainland is there.
~ Yu Guang Zhong
“The Chinese expression for “nostalgia” is xiangchou, literally “village sadness.” …xiangchou describes the grief that accompanies the traveler who cannot find a way back to the home village…[it] is not a geographical predicament but a spiritual state of being. First he finds himself outside the mother as a tiny emblem of apartness, then he is the man who contemplates her tomb. The shallow waters of the Taiwan straits are, similarly, not only a spatial divide between the island and the mainland but a reminder of the longing for, and the impossibility of going back to, ancestral roots.” *
*cited: V Schwarcz (Bridge Across Broken Time)
of this world
or the world beyond? on the sea
the sunset glow
~Tsuda Kiyoko (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

I droop my head —
Thoughts over the withered moor
past and present
~Enomoto Seifu, (M. Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

one moon
and one frozen lake
sparkling at each other ~Hashimoto Takako (cited: M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

in the mosquito’s
buzz, a thread of thoughts
begins in my mind ~Takeshita Shizunojo 1887-1951 (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

winter has begun–
trees alive and dead
indistinguishable ~ Mitsuhashi Takajo (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

“Our mind is a painter, it paints all kinds of wonderful things, which are nothing more than the objects of our imagination. We create images to love, to crave, to be angry with, and to hate. It is our mind, our perceptions, that create these images. All perceptions are wrong perceptions. If a perception is not wrong, we call it understanding or wisdom.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh (The Other Shore)

Alas! the waving moss deceived your vision.
The clear mirror* is never tarnished:
Therefore look deep. ~ Lady Sakyo (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
*The mirror is the symbol of the soul of a Japanese woman
What intensity of memory clings to your heart?
That gentle shower fell on the leaves–
Only for a moment [our hearts touched]. ~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

Last year’s
fragile, vanished snow
is falling now again–
if only seeing you
could be like this. ~Izumi Shikibu (J Hirshfield & M Aratant, The Ink Dark Moon)

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