My abode is
in winter seclusion
on this white mountain in Echigo.
No trace of humans
coming or going.
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
life’s passages … 56
wet plate photography
life’s passages … 9
Morning and evening
I gazed at
incense smoke –
drifting,
remembering…
100 days…87th day
A broken dream –
where do they go
the butterflies?
~Ichimu*
*cited:
Japanese Death Poems
Y Hoffmann
developing your eye I: solitude
My abode is
in winter seclusion
on this white mountain in Echigo.
No trace of humans
coming or going.
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
100 days…74th day
O morning glory –
I, too, yearn for
eternity.
~Shohi*
*cited:
Japanese Death Poems
Y Hoffmann
100 days…56th day
As I view the moon,
Many thoughts come into my mind,
And my rememberings are sad
Yet, it is not for me alone,
That this spring has come.
100 days…50th day
The fields in spring time
Lie trailed with mist
And somewhat sadly
In this evening gloam
A bush warbler, sings
~Otomo no Yakamochi*
*cited:
100 days…48th day
Morning and evening
I gazed at
incense smoke –
drifting,
remembering…
100 days 47th day
In an old temple
deep in Mount Koya,
Kii Province,
I listen to raindrops
falling from a cedar tree.
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
100 days…46th day
Gloriously
Shines the spring sun
A skylark soars
And sad am I,
Alone with my thoughts
~Man’yoshu*
*cited:
100 days…39th day
Nothing
in the world
is usual today
Sorrow is…
evergreen
black & white sunday: texture
Lace: a very thin and light cloth made of patterns of holes…
image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s challenge: texture
a meditative journey 
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