the road home –
longer for all
after blossom viewing
~Socho (Trans: S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

the road home –
longer for all
after blossom viewing
~Socho (Trans: S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

In a mountain village
when I’m lost in the dark
of the mind’s dreaming
the sound of the wind
blows me to brightness.
~Saigyo (Trans: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)

I don’t know
what’s beyond the mountain
where the late sunlight streams
but already I’ve sent
my mind on ahead
~Saigyo (Trans: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)

Like the comfortless plover of the beach
In the sand printing characters soon to be washed away.
Unable to leave a more enduring trace in this fleeting world.
~The Sarashina Diary, AD 1009-1059 (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

The enduring qualities of art…speaking through time’s boundaries…resonating with the soul’s deep and private moments.
dandelion wind
another wish
drifts away
~Garry Gay

just today
I wish I had neighbors…
my new summer robe
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)


dandelion and prayer flags…entwined
Tree
Within a tree
another tree that is not yet,
and now the upper branches shift in the wind.
Within the blue sky
another blue sky that is not yet,
and now the horizon is rent by a bird in flight.
Within a body
another body that is not yet,
and now the shrine gathers blood.
Within a road
another road that is not yet,
and now that space is shaken by my destination.
–Kora Rumiko

“Life can certainly have meaning without books, but books cannot have meaning without life. Most of us probably share a belief that life is greatly enriched by them: life goes into books and books go back into life. But the relationship is not equal or symmetrical. Nonetheless what is in them not only adds to life, but genuinely goes back into life and transforms it, so that life as we live it in a world full of books is created partly by books themselves.”
~I McGilchrist, The Master and his Emissary
“…you cannot know how many people your words, actions and thoughts have touched.
When I make a pot of oolong tea, I put tea leaves into the pot and pour boiling water on them. Five minutes later there is tea to drink. When I drink it, oolong tea is going into me. If I put in more hot water, making a second pot of tea, the tea from those leaves continues to go into me. After I poured out all the tea, what will be left in the pot is just the spent tea leaves. The leaves that remain are only a very small part of the tea. The tea that goes into me is a much bigger part of the tea. It is the richest part.
We are the same; our essence has gone into our children, our friends and the entire universe. We have to find ourselves in those directions and not in the spent tea leaves. I invite you to see yourself reborn in forms that you say are not yourself. You have to see your body in what is not your body. This is called your body outside of your body.”
~Thich Nhat Hanh (No Death, No Fear, pp. 119-120)
Going deep,
I enter the pathway
of the god –
where transcendent, above all
in the wind of the pines.
~Saigyo (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

Unable to sleep,
I gaze at the flowers of the bush clover,
as the dew forms on them from the long night,
till suddenly before dawn
they are scattered by the wind.
~Ise Tayu (K Rexroth & I Atsumi, The Burning Heart)

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