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
six word saturday: brush painting in turn autumn; night
Tag: Ryokan
lens-artists photo challenge: morning
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)
Sony RX1003 f/2.8 1/125s 25.7mm 80 ISO
in the silver dew
one sleeve cold…
morning sun
~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
Nikon D750 f/1.8 1/1600s 35m 100 ISO
A nightingale’s song
Brings me out of a dream:
The morning glows
~Ryokan
Sony RX 1003 f/2.8 1/250s 19.48mm 80 ISO
at dawn
not a soul in sight…
lotus blossoms
~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
Sony RX1003 f/2.8 1/126s 22.38mm 80 ISO
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)
The pale morning moon* … camping with my family in the “Snowies”
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
lens-artists photo challenge: distance
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)
with nothing
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)
Winter wind!
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
Ryokan
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
ryokan
Come again,
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)
meeting…parting
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)
autumn with Ryokan
This morning I will fetch water,
cut firewood,
and pick herbs
during a break
in this autumn shower.
~Ryokan
no trespassing
Again
I sneak into your garden
to eat arena berries.
(Please keep yourself hidden
until I go away!)
~Ryokan, cited in: K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind
During a recent photo walk, I found myself ignoring a “no trespassing” sign while silently rehearsing innocent detail. If I had not been somewhat oppositional, I would have missed this interesting chair being re-weaved by nature as well as a water lily pond and a kingfisher. Much the same as Ryokan, 190+ years ago, I found myself hoping the homeowners would keep themselves hidden until I went away.
wandering
A stick of incense stands by my pillow.
When the lantern dims, I pour some oil.
I add more clothes as the night deepens.
If you don’t mind my bare hospitality,
please keep wandering in.
~Ryokan (K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)
vulgar songs fill the days…
Customs become diluted year after year.
Both the noble and the common decline.
The human mind grows fragile with time;
the ancestral way becomes fainter day by day.
Teachers can’t see past the name of their school;
students enable their teachers’ narrow-mindedness.
They are glued to each other,
unwilling to change.
…
Thornbushes grow around high halls,
fragrant flowers wither in the weeds.
Vulgar songs fill the days.
Who will expound the luminous teaching?
Ah, I, a humble one,
have encountered this era.
When a great house is about to crumble,
a stick cannot keep it from falling.
Unable to sleep on a clear night,
I toss in bed, …
~Ryokan, 1796-1816 (K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)
