zen flavor

visions of grandeur are vain,
the truth we search for is to be found
in the simple things before our eyes…

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1769

I wait, white clouds
and dark clouds passing –
a cuckoo cries.

Chosui

kakitsubata

I wake and find
the colored iris
I saw in my dream.

Shushiki

adio


The night is clear,
The moon shines calmly,
The wind in the pines
Is like a lyre’s song.
With no I and no other
Who hears the sound?

Zoso Royo

poem

The springtime sun
sets, treading
on a mountain pheasant’s tail.

Yosa Buson

firefly

It lights up
as lightly as it fades:
a firefly.

Chine