White mulberry cloth Sleeves parted from one another: How difficult I find it, yet, Such is the tumult of my thoughts, I forgave his leaving. ~ Anonymous (cited: Waka Poetry
life’s passages … 15
life’s passages … 14
In a light spring rain
a discarded letter blows
through a bamboo grove ~Issa*
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
life’s passages … 13
Now I see her face,
the old woman, abandoned,
the moon her only companion ~Basho*
*cited: Trans. Sam Hamill, The Sound of Water
life’s passages … 12
blossoming mountain–
the little food shop
lost in mist ~issa*
*cited: haikuguy.com
monochrome madness
morning image of shadow and light submitted in response to Leanne’s monochrome madness challenge
life’s passages … 11
Today, today too
somehow getting by these days, still
living in a haze
~Issa*
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
monochrome monday
in earth and sky
no grain of dust
snow on the foothills
~Chirin
life’s passages … 10
I remember the days
When dandelions
Entrusted with wishes
Danced above summer fields
life’s passages … 9
Morning and evening
I gazed at
incense smoke –
drifting,
remembering…
life’s passages … 8
simply for all this
as if there was nothing else
early spring sunlight*
*unknown
life’s passages … 7
Though we are parted,
I feel the sounds
of pine trees swaying
with the summer breeze …
on Casper Mountain Peak
life’s passages … 6
wednesday morning with Susan Fromberg Schaeffer
“… And there the mist refuses to part again over that time in their lives, and for a long time, I know nothing about them. Life is like that, a book left in the rain, ink erase by water, entire chapters disappearing. And then the story continues, and you must imagine the missing chapters that went before. Rest assured, it has continued, their story, although no one was there to let me read it. But since I began to write, I have come to know the rest of it, and so I will write it down. …”*
*cited: Susan Fromberg Schaeffe, Snow Fox, pg. 172
a meditative journey 
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