This body
grown fragile, floating,
a reed cut from its roots…
If a stream would ask me
to follow, I’d go, I think.
~Ono No Komachi*
*cited:
The Ink Dark Moon
J Hirshfield & M Aratani
We meet and we part.
Coming and going–hearts like passing clouds.
Except for the marks of a frosty-hair brush,
human traces are hard to find.
~Ryokan*
visit The Daily Post to view or participate in Jen’s photo challenge: shadowed
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Kazuaki Tanahashi
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