“…each moment gives rise to the next, this is because that is. We do not exist in isolation; there is nothing that exist by itself alone.” (cited: Brother Phap Hai, Nothing to it.
On a pitch-dark
I get lost
watching the moon
set behind the faraway mountain. Ryokan (cited: Trans. K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)
Clouds drifting off:
the sight of
moonlit heavens ~Kizan (cited: Trans. Y. Hoffman, Japanese Death Poems)
because of being alone
the moon is a friend ~Buson (cited: Trans: Y Sawa & E M Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
This week’s lens-artists photo challenge is hosted by Tina (Travels and Trifles) who invites us to share some of those special moments that have taken our breath away.
be safe, be well, and be sage.
to see each other
when rice is transplanted.
Already autumn wind is blowing
through yellow leaves
~Ryokan (cited: Trans: K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)
Two of us
brush painting in turn;
autumn night. ~Ryokan (cited: Trans: K Tanahasi, Sky Above Great Wind)
inspired by Travel With Intent’s Six Word Saturday challenge
Stay at Home Order … day 25 plus 14 seclusion retreat days
O for a friend–that we might see and listen together!
O the beautiful dawn in the mountain village!–
The repeated sound of cuckoos near and far away.
~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
in the silver dew
one sleeve cold…
~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
A nightingale’s song
Brings me out of a dream:
The morning glows
not a soul in sight…
~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
In the Autumn night
The pale morning moon was setting
When I turned away from the shut door.
~The Diary of Izumi Shikibu (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
This week Ann-Christine invites us to look at our morning – or Any morning -maybe there is a special morning that we will never forget.
*The waning moon is called the morning moon because it can be seen after dawn
My abode is
in winter seclusion
on this white mountain in Echigo.
No trace of humans
coming or going ~ Ryokan (Trans: K tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)
to touch, a dead branch
grabs at the sky ~Katsura Nobuko (cited: Trans: M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)
Protecting the child
from the cold autumn wind,
the old scarecrow. ~ Issa (cited: Trans: S Hamill, The Spring of My Life)
A charcoal peddler all alone
in a small ferry boat ~ Buson (cited: Trans: Y Sawa & E M Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
A special thank you to the Lens-Artists Photographers who continue to challenge and inspire. The above images and poetry is submitted in response to Travels and Trifles challenge: distance.
Please be safe. We can do this…we really can!
“Mystere: – Kalimando” | Cirque du Soleil
My legacy –
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn … ~Ryokan (1758 – 1831)
Trans: J Stevens, Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf
if you don’t mind
pushing your way through
dewy eulalia blossoms
to reach this twig-bound hut.
~Ryokan (cited: K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)
We meet and we part,
Coming and going — hearts like passing clouds.
Except for the marks of a frosty-hair brush,
human traces are hard to find.
~Ryokan (K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)
This morning I will fetch water,
and pick herbs
during a break
in this autumn shower.