Today, today too
somehow getting by these days, still
living in a haze
~Issa*
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
Today, today too
somehow getting by these days, still
living in a haze
~Issa*
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
Morning and evening
I gazed at
incense smoke –
drifting,
remembering…

simply for all this
as if there was nothing else
early spring sunlight*

*unknown
Though we are parted,
I feel the sounds
of pine trees swaying
with the summer breeze …
on Casper Mountain Peak

Does that bird
think of past times
as it flies, singing
over the shade in the spring…
of weeping willows? ~unknown

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
Through the years
I’ve become used to sorrow,
There was not one spring
I didn’t leave behind
the flowers.
~Izumi Shikibu*

*cited:
The Ink Dark Moon
Trans: J Hirshfield & M Aratani
Morning haze
jewels of rain, falling
in a dream


Leanne Cole’s monochrome madness challenge
Empty mountain, no man is seen.
Only heard are echoes of men’s talk.
Reflected light enters the deep wood
And shines again on blue-green moss. ~Wang Wei*

*cited: Rafal Stepien, Jestor Daily Vol.16, No.2 (2014)
“… I realized it wasn’t the answers I was seeking all those years that mattered as much as the act of seeing itself. It was incredible, this human capacity for learning, for hope, for love, that persisted like the box of light in my cell, the waters that flowed in my dream. It was beyond my understanding. Tears came as I surrendered to this wonderment of being.”*

*cited: Eugenia Kim, The Calligrapher’s Daughter.

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