Thursday, January 14, 2010

winter cheap poems

She goes kissing
everybody's lips
whirling snow

for Issa... again

In her breath
in bird songs
My true love dwelling

Thursday, January 07, 2010

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...

Monday, January 04, 2010


A straw hat
in the middle of the rain
Autumn rain
wearing a straw hat

Saturday, January 02, 2010

Issa writes:

tsuyu chiru ya waka takenoko no zoku-zoku to

a dewdrop spills--
the bamboo shoot

unskilled Taigu answers:

a leaf trembles
and the dewdrop-moon
shivers too


a leaf trembles
from dewdrop to moon