The colors of the flowers fade
as the long rains fall,
as lost in thought,
I grow older
~Ono No Komachi (K Rexroth & I Atsumi, The Burning Heart)

The colors of the flowers fade
as the long rains fall,
as lost in thought,
I grow older
~Ono No Komachi (K Rexroth & I Atsumi, The Burning Heart)

The floating bridge
of my spring night dream
has broken away
and lifting off a far peak –
a cloudbank trailing in the sky.
~Fujiwara no Teika (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

an early spring –
sent back into seclusion
by morning snow
~Socho (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

For a heart serene
there is no scattering
of blossoms.
~Satomura Joha (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

No grieving!
Our waking world, too,
is a spring dream.
~Oka Kosetsu (S Carter, Haiku Before Haiku)

Overwhelming
my memory –
blossoms at dusk
~Shokaku (S Carter, Haiku Before Haiku)

Color of the flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts
My life passes vainly by,
As I watch the long rains fall.
~Ono no Komachi

just being alive
I
and the poppy
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

“We humans have talented artist, but how can our paintings compare to your masterpiece of the four seasons? How could we ever paint such a compelling dawn or create a more radiant dust? We have great composers, but how can our music compare to your celestial harmony with the Sun and planets-or to the sound of the rising tide? We have great heroes and heroines who have endured wars, hardship, and dangerous voyages, but how can their bravery compare to your great forbearance and patience…” ~Thich Nhat Hanh, Love Letter to the Earth
submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge.
spring rain-
all things on earth
becoming beautiful
~Chiyojo (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

spring rain…finally
Even into the mind always clouded with grief,
There is cast the reflection of the bright moon.
~Lady Sarashina ( Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

virtue beyond virtue
beauty beyond beauty…
just a poppy ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

A back-yard chrysanthemum
looked at the setting sun
and faded. ~ Kaen (Y Hoffmann, Japanese Death Poems)
When I revisit this (imperfect) image of a section of an Ireland cemetery, I find myself being emotionally touched by how the statue seems to speak of life’s aloneness and a yearning for that which will lead us away from suffering.

Image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge: imperfect
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