
visit Cee’s to view addition floral blossoms

To meditate means to accustom oneself to some positive quality so that it eventually becomes a natural part of one’s character…through meditation we can train ourselves to deal more sensitively with life.*
*cited:
Developing Balanced Sensitivity
Alexander Berzin

losing my way
is part of the journey –
poppy flowers
Inahata Teiko*

*cited:
Far Beyond the Field
M Ueda
Mother
I am always afraid of my mother,
ominous, threatening,
a pain in the depths of my consciousness.

My mother is like a shell,
so easily broken.
Yet the fact that I was born
bearing my mother’s shadow
cannot be changed.

She is like a cherished, bitter dream
my nerves cannot forget
even after I awake.
She prevents all freedom of movement.
If I move she quickly breaks,
and the splinters stab me.
~Nagase Kiyoko*
*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
Trans: K Rexroth & I Atsumi
Morning and evening
I gazed at
incense smoke –
drifting,
remembering…

In an old temple
deep in Mount Koya,
Kii Province,
I listen to raindrops
falling from a cedar tree.
~Ryokan*

*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
Morning haze
hides blossoms from the wind
too completely
~Senjun*

*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
Lace: a very thin and light cloth made of patterns of holes…

image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s challenge: texture
Bitter sundown –
when even dusk fades
from the blossoms
~Takayama Sozei*

100 days…23rd day
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
Memory returns
to those ancient misty trails
around my village
but neither flowers nor love
bloom there – only my sadness
~Issa*

100 days…21st day
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
So very gently
it won’t even disturb
the butterfly;
this soft spring wind wanders
over deep fields of irises.

100 days…20th day
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