only a memory
our neighbor’s tasty rice cakes
at our gate as before ~Issa*
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*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: Sam Hamill
The child claps his hands
playing alone, happily,
under a festive tree ~Issa*
artist: E. R. H-A**
One of the best ways to understand how the over-all space of creative expression reflects its parts is to imagine yourself inside the space of the artwork…select a place within the composition where you would like to locate yourself for a few minutes of contemplation. …imagine…passing through different areas of the artwork…feel…energetic patterns. (152)***
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*The Spring of My life
Trans: Sam Hamill
**used with permission by the artist
*** McNiff, Shawn
Trust the Process
Before I arrived,
who were the people living here?
Only violets remain. ~ Issa
—
This abandoned house
shining
in the mountain village –
how many winter nights
has the autumn moon spent here ~Ono No Komachi
This week’s Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is all about Road of any type as long as the road is visible … streets of Dublin, Ireland
On, on I travel
Though I fall and die, let it be
In fields of clover ~Sora*
Along this road
going with no one
autumn evening ~Basho
Shinano road —
how many nights now
that moon on the eves? ~Issa
*cited in:
The Narrow Road to Oku
Matsuo Basho
Trans: Donald Keene
young sparrows, get out of the way!
get out of the way!
a great horse is coming by! ~Issa*
—
come play with me!
You, little sparrow
motherless sparrow! ~Issa*
*cited in:
The Classic Tradition of Haiku
Ed: Faubion Bowers
with each lightening flash,
each roll of thunder, rice and
the world grow richer
—
seen in a flash
of lightening, the riverbed
looks utterly dead*
wyoming sky
*cited in:
The Spring of My Life and Selected Haiku Kobayashi Issa,
trans: Sam Hamill
january’s frost
should I hold them in my hand,
they will disappear In the warmth of my tears,
icy strings of frost ~Basho*
a day in January
where I planted seeds
oh well!
morning frost~Issa**
Cited In:
*http://thegreenleaf.co.uk
**www.the haikuguy.com
leaf in infancy l
leaf in infancy ii
You can learn about the pine only from the pine, or about the bamboo only from bamboo. When you see an object, you must leave your subjective pre-occupation with yourself; otherwise you impose yourself on the object, and do not learn. The object and yourself must become one, and from that feeling of oneness issues your poetry. However well phrased it may be, if your feeling is not natural—if the object and our self are separate—then your poetry is not true poetry but merely your subjective counterfeit. ~ Basho*
On New Year’s Day
each thought a loneliness
as winter dusk descends ~Basho
Along my journey
through this transitory world,
new year’s housecleaning ~Basho
*cited in Issa’s The Year of My life. Trans: Nobuyuki Yuasa
abandoned sugar mill
the door latch
rusting scarlet
winter rain ~Issa
Translation:
i like to wash,
the dust of this world
in the droplet of dew ~Basho
droplets forming
on the morning-glories
sitting still ~ Issa
a meditative journey 
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