Though we are parted,
If on Casper Mountain Peak
I should honor the sound
of the pine trees swaying there –
with the summer breeze.

.
Though we are parted,
If on Casper Mountain Peak
I should honor the sound
of the pine trees swaying there –
with the summer breeze.

.
Shadows from a lingering sun
fade into dark –
falling cherry petals
~Soko*

*cited:
Japanese Death Poems
Y Hoffmann
In town
there are sounds
of flutes and drums.
But in this deep mountain
only a pine rustles.
~Ryokan*

*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
In the mountain shade,
water in the moss
drips between rocks.
I feel a glimmer
of clarity.
~Ryokan*

*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
Nothing
in the world
is usual today
Sorrow is…
evergreen

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