taking up the brush
just for the joy of it
writing on and on
leaving behind
long lines of dancing letters. ~Otagaki Rengetsu

Fujifilm X-T4: f/4 1/25 s 80 mm 400 ISO
taking up the brush
just for the joy of it
writing on and on
leaving behind
long lines of dancing letters. ~Otagaki Rengetsu

Fujifilm X-T4: f/4 1/25 s 80 mm 400 ISO
Though I think
Not to think about it any more,
I do think about it,
And wet my sleeves
Thinking about it. ~Taigu Ryōkan

Ricoh Gr III: f/2.8 1/500 s 18.3 mm ISO 100
If I say
this or that,
how ordinary grief becomes –
broken cries are the words
that sorrow’s voice demands
~Izumi Shikibu*

*cited:
The Ink Dark Moon
Trans: J Hirshfield & M Aratani
How peaceful is
Every single dawn;
I gaze out, yet
Still in the depths of night
I dream…a grief, indeed.
~Princess Shokushi*
The depth of the hearts
Of humankind cannot be known.
But in my birthplace
The plum blossoms smell the same
As in the years gone by.
~Ki no Tsurayuki*

*cited:
Day by day, day by day, and day by day,
quietly in the company of children I live,
In my sleeves, tiny embroidered balls, two or three.
Useless, intoxicated, in this peaceful spring.~Ryokan*

*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
See and realize
that this world
is not permanent.
Neither late nor early flowers
will remain.
~Ryokan*

*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
The traveler goes on,
His sleeves blowing back and forth
With the autumn wind,
And the evening sun sheds lonely light
Upon the bridge suspended between the cliffs.
–Miner, Introduction to Japanese Court Poetry, 115

In the summer night
The evening still seems present,
But the dawn is here.
To what region of the clouds
Has the wandering moon come home?
~Kiyohara no Fukayabu*

*cited: Ogura Hyakunin Isshu 100 Poems by 100 Poets
Like the morning moon,
Cold, unpitying was my love.
And since we parted,
I dislike nothing so much
As the breaking light of day. ~Mibu no Tadamine

In the peaceful light
Of the ever-shining sun
In the days of spring,
Why do the cherry’s new-blown blooms
Scatter like restless thoughts? ~Ki no Tomonori

This week Amy invites photographers to share their work using natural light.
In the summer night
The evening still seems present,
But the dawn is here.
To what region of the clouds
Has the wandering moon come home?
~ Kiyohara no Fukayabu (cited: Ogura Hyakunin Isshu)

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