In my memories
you are there…
I hear your gentle whisper…
In my memories
as though you are waiting…
whispering, beckoning
deep within, I hear your voice.
Now, at this
Though I gaze upon the setting sun,
Fond within my thoughts
In the land of Amida, alone,
Is the evening sky.
~Master of the Dowager Empress’ Household Office Toshinari*
*cited:
Is my mind elsewhere
Or has it simply not sung?
Hototogisu
~Ihara Saikaku (1642-1693)*
Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in My Life. Another multi-photo challenge! Make sure you include picture captions to explain to people what they’re seeing, and experiment with the tiled galleries.
*Hototogisu, translated as cuckoo, wood thrush and sometimes nightingale.
The bird’s song is a strong but mournful cry.
It is said to die after singing 8,008 times.
It is also known as the “bird of time,”
“messenger of death” and “bird of disappointed love,”
and flies back and forth from this world to the next.
Confucian axiom: If one’s mind is elsewhere, one will look but not see, listen but not hear
cited in:
The Classic Tradition of Haiku
Edited by: Faubion Bowers
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