spring peace-
a mountain monk peeks
through a fence ~Issa*

*cited: http://www.haikuguy.com
Minnows are helpless
Caught in the branches of a tree
Set out to lure them,
So we too are tangled
In the snare of ignorance. ~Lord Toshiyori (Trans: N Yuasa, The Year of My Life)

In this world
I have found
No perfect drop of dew-
Not even on the lotus. ~Issa (Trans: N Yuasa, The Year of My Life)

A child weeping
Bids me
Pick the full moon
From the sky. ~Issa (The Year of My Life, Trans: N Yuasa)

It matters not
What you might say.
Echoes will come
From dead trees. ~Issa (The Year of My Life, Trans: N YuasaJ)

Soon…the warmth of spring rains will transform bare branches into dense shades of green.
a lotus stem-
slightly bent-
apt emblem
of this world ~Issa (The Year of My Life, Trans: N Yuasa)

Forth
From the bush
Beautiful and bright-
A butterfly!
~Issa (Trans: N Yuasa, The Year of My Life)

A bamboo sprout
Picked too soon-
It would bloom in glory
But for man
~Issa (trans: N Yuasa: The Year of My Life)

In the above haiku, Issa has written about imaginary blossoms. Yuasa notes that bamboo sprouts are harvested when they are young and soft and that they bear no flowers even if they are left to grow. After: “alternative facts” Before: “imaginary blossoms”

little snail
look! look!
at your shadow
~Issa, cited: Haiku of Kobayashi Issa

“me and my shadow…a good match”
It takes but a leap
From this swaying flower
Of waterweed, up to
The cloud in the sky.
~Issa (The Year of My Life: Trans O. Haru)

For a small child it is Against the Odds to slide down – alone – with arms spread wide!
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