all moving things
come to an end:
a knotty willow
~Enshi*
shadow dancing
*cited:
Japanese Death Poems
Yoel Hoffmann
all moving things…
poetry
at last free…
At last free,
at last I am a woman free!
No more tied to the kitchen,
stained amid the stained pots,
no more bound to the husband
who thought me less
than the shade he wove with his hands.
No more anger, no more hunger,
I sit now in the shade of my own tree.
Meditating thus, I am happy, I am serene.
~Sumangalamata*
*”Sumangala’s Mother,” the wife of a maker of hats and shade-umbrellas, was a member of the earliest community of women followers of the Buddha.
cited:
Women in Praise of the Sacred
Ed: Jane Hirshfield
a winter rainfall
An old man’s love,
while trying to forget it,
a winter rainfall.
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Ed., Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert
at night…summer shadows
At night my sleep
embraces the summer shadows
of my life.
~Oto*
Fort Collins Museum of Discovery
*cited:
Japanese Death Poems
Yoel Hoffmann
weekly photo challenge: warmth
A winter night!
The old image of the Buddha
should be the first thing burned.
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert
A spring-like winter day
In the aging house,
crookedness of the door being straightened,
a spring-like winter day.
~Buson*
Old Town
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert
I envy the wild geese
Lines
in the twilight mist
where they go I cannot see…
I envy the wild geese
only their voices trailing behind
~ Rengetsu-ni
weekly photo challenge: yellow
now I see her face
the old woman, abandoned,
the moon her only companion
~Basho
To join Krista’s weekly photo challenge visit the daily post.
when i look at the moon…
When I look at the moon
I am overcome by the sadness
of a thousand, thousand things —
even though it is not Fall
for me alone.
~Oe no Chisato*
along…a path
from bare brush
along a mountain path–
the sound of frost
~Shinkei*
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Steven Carter
…crumble in the north wind
brittle autumn leaves
that crumble in the
north wind…
~Takao*
*cited:
Japanese Death Poems
Yoel Hoffmann
fall flowers…all faded
blow if you will,
fall wind–the fall flowers
have all faded.
~Gansen*
*cited:
Japanese Death Poems
Yoel Hoffmann
a meditative journey 
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