In a light spring rain
a discarded letter blows
through a bamboo grove ~Issa*
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
nature
life’s passages … 12
blossoming mountain–
the little food shop
lost in mist ~issa*
*cited: haikuguy.com
life’s passages … 11
Today, today too
somehow getting by these days, still
living in a haze
~Issa*
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
life’s passages … 9
Morning and evening
I gazed at
incense smoke –
drifting,
remembering…
life’s passages … 8
simply for all this
as if there was nothing else
early spring sunlight*
*unknown
life’s passages … 7
Though we are parted,
I feel the sounds
of pine trees swaying
with the summer breeze …
on Casper Mountain Peak
life’s passages … 5
Does that bird
think of past times
as it flies, singing
over the shade in the spring…
of weeping willows? ~unknown
life’s passages … 4
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
life’s passages … 2
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
life’s passages … 1
Morning haze
jewels of rain, falling
in a dream
monochrome madness – 1/3/24
Leanne Cole’s monochrome madness challenge
wednesday morning with Wang Wei
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)
a meditative journey 
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