Rapidly tonight my boat floats down the river under a cloud-dappled sky. I look into the water; it is as clear as the night. When clouds float past the moon, I seem them floating in the river, and feel I am rowing in the sky.

I think of my love … mirrored so in my heart. ~Tu Fu*

sun-tipped blossom submitted in response to Cee’s flower of the day photo challenge

*cited: The Jude Flute Gutenberg.org

waiting for autumn…

Compared to last year,

this has even more loneliness —

autumn evening ~Buson (Haiku Master Buson, Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert)

Leica D-Lux 7 … f/2.8 . 1/125s . 34mm . 200 ISO …. Edited: Capture One

Leaves submitted in response to Cee’s flower of the day photo challenge

Urban Hiking

I am old and I am bored. I was never very wise and my mind has never walked much further than my feet. Oh my forest, my forest … I go back and back to wander there.

There blue fingers of the moon still play on my old lute. There wind scatters clouds and comes down to flutter my robe.

You ask me what is the best happiness of all? In the forest it is sweet to hear a girl singing on the path, after she has stoped to ask her way, and thanked you with a smile. ~Wang-Wei*

Thank you Amy (The World is a Book) for this week’s lens-artists challenge: Keep Walking.

*cited: The Jade Flute: Chinese Poems in Prose: The Project Gutenberg