winter cheap poems

She goes kissing

everybody's lips

whirling snow

for Issa... again

In her breath

in bird songs

My true love dwelling

Dharma chat

There is no real right time to understand that we are all going to die. Everyday this should be your-mine-their understanding. There is no why. One of my greatest friend ans sitter used to say Dogen's Zen is[i] the path of no why[/i] anymore. No why.

Then what? Who?

Maybe not even that!

Then how?

Don't know...

What's left?

A few bones crossing and a skull on the top. Ageless. Just like a cloud or a blossom.

Something like that...

takuhatsu

A straw hat

in the middle of the rain

begs

Autumn rain

wearing a straw hat

begs

Issa writes:

露ちるや若竹お子のぞくぞくと

tsuyu chiru ya waka takenoko no zoku-zoku to

a dewdrop spills--

the bamboo shoot

shivers

unskilled Taigu answers:

a leaf trembles

and the dewdrop-moon

shivers too

or

a leaf trembles

from dewdrop to moon

shivers