My begging bowl
Accepts falling leaves
A rendering of Santoka’s poem teppatsu chirikuru ha o uketa.
Tag: poem
Travelling the Narrow Roads with Basho
Go where
The wind blows
Far into the interior
Of the mind
Of your haiku
Then beyond
Its borders
Through towns
Pass common folks
Over seas
And in love
With your
Companion
Only to return
To reality
That is the Edo.
every moment
every moment
is simultaneously
a small death
and rebirth
ferris
clockwise ascent
more progression
sideways, slow
doesn’t describe you
procession of souls
cabinet
as life
views far
beyond mountains, seas
sees before again
gentle decline
setting
your anticipation
a rebirth
before next ride
the sure bet
death
is not such a scary thing
not completely unexpected
it happens to everyone
it is the sure bet
so why do we fear it
it’s as natural as birth
to be born is
to be guaranteed a death
a wise man once said
‘what is unborn cannot die’
how wonderful it is, then
to be born and not live forever
because how boring
would life be
as beckett put it, to be
waiting for godot
youth, gone by
no message of thanks
like dropped stone into black well
waiting for an echo
complete silence
as though my letter
had never reached him
or else it had gone straight past
youth, selfishness
same thing
common curtesy out all windows
but i cannot be angry
all i can do is write a poem
for i was as young and
more selfish once
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