I cast the brush aside
from here on I’ll speak to the moon
face to face
~Koha*
*cited:
initially posted in November 2014
I cast the brush aside
from here on I’ll speak to the moon
face to face
~Koha*
*cited:
initially posted in November 2014
contemplating snow clouds —
whitened landscape, I am part
of the winter scene ~bckofford
Inhale, exhale
Forward, back
Living, dying:
Arrows, let flow each to each
Meet midway and slice
The void in aimless flight-
Thus I return to the source ~Gesshu Soko
Hoffmann (Japanese Death Poems, p. 97) notes that within this poem the arrows after hitting in midair do not fall to the ground, but continue in directionless flight through empty space. He further states that the image within this poem tells of a state of consciousness in which the concept of the ordinary mind forming one’s outlook on the world have vanished and polarities (good-bad, life-death) are embraced in an enlightened being.
I wonder where
the winds of spring
drive the snow clouds
Krista’s photo challenge for May 27th is to “get inspired by the many connotations of the word spare.”
Spare: adjective (Roget’s International Thesaurus)
I cast the brush aside
from here on I’ll speak to the moon
face to face
~Koha*
*cited:
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