a hazy moon

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Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Holy Flute

The temple seashore

incoming rollers

flow in time

to the holy flute

Buson

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Peaceful Journey

The temple seashore
incoming rollers
flow in time
to the holy flute

Buson

Welcome to my Stories

Thank you for calling by. I wish you a happy day.

The Entrance of Spring

The scene is almost set
for spring to come
A hazy moon and
blossoms on the plum

Basho Matsuo 1644-1694

Long summer day
Patterns on the ocean sand
our idle footprints

Shiki

About Me

Delwyn: I have been and am at various times, a wife, a teacher, a mother, a grandmother, a counsellor, a book keeper, a comrade in business, a mentor, but now am primarily involved in just being myself, doing what I choose to do at this time in the early autumn of my life

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May your Strength
give us Strength
May your Faith
give us Faith
May your Hope
give us Hope
May your Love
bring us Love

The Boss

A New Day

At the rocky edge
I turn to the morning sun
Raise my arms up high
And exhale my yesterdays
Praying for a new day

The Pollen Path

Oh Beauty before me
Oh Beauty behind me
Beauty to my right
Beauty to my left
Beauty above me
Beauty below me
I am on the Pollen Path

Navajo Prayer

These birds
I am only now seeing
for the first time
have been here
all my life
Where was I

Harvest

We must not hope to be mowers
and gather the ripe gold ears
Unless we first have been sowers
and watered the furrows with tears
It is not just as we take it
This mystical world of ours
Life's field will yield as we make it
A harvest of thorns or flowers

Goethe

Joy

Joy
is an inner note
that you sound
as you move
through the day

Bartholomew

Put your ear down
close to your soul
and listen hard

Brother of mine
Sister of mine
Heart and Soul
Body and Mind
Meet me on the
river of time

Followers

There shall be
eternal summer
in a grateful heart

Celia Thaxter

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eclectique
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Thoth

God of Blogging

Moon Friend

While I walk on
the moon keeps pace
beside me
friend in the water

Masahide

May my heart be open
to little birds
who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing
is better than to know
and if men should not hear them
men are old

eecummings

Late Moon

A cuckoo cries
and through a thicket
of bamboo
the late moon shines

Basho

A Wild Violet

Along the mountain road
somehow it tugs
at my heart
a wild violet

Basho

Dance me to your beauty
with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic
til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch
and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love

Leonard Cohen

Plum Scent

Spring air
woven moon
and plum scent

Basho

Butterfly

Butterfly flits
in a field of sunlight
that is all

Basho

All night long

All night long
listening to autumn winds
wandering in the mountains

Kawai Sora

Autumn Full Moon

Autumn full moon
the tides slosh and foam
coming in

Basho

The Orchid

The butterfly
is perfuming its wings
in the scent of the orchid

Basho

New Directions

I want to travel as far as I can go,
I want to reach the joy that's in my soul,
And change the limitations that I know,
And feel my mind and spirit grow;

I want to live, exist, 'to be'
And hear the truths inside of me.

Doris Warshay

Stories

There were many such stories
he understood how important they were
A life without stories would be no life at all
And stories bound us did they not
one to another the living to the dead
people to animals people to the land.

Alexander McCall Smith
From: In the Company
of Cheerful Ladies

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Matisse

There are always flowers
for those that want
to see them...

The seashore temple
incoming rollers
flow in time
to the holy flute

Buson

Another Year

Another year is gone
a travel hat on my head
straw sandals on my feet

Basho

Basho

A Frog

An ancient pond
a frog jumps in
the splash of water

Basho

The sage has three treasures

simplicity
patience
compassion

Cicada

Discarded, one cicada's casket lay
Did it utterly sing itself away

Basho

The End of Autumn

Autumn evening: on a withered bough
A solitary crow is sitting now.

Basho

Late Victory

The thunderstorms retreating, sunset still
burns on a tree in which cicadas shrill.

Shiki

The White Dew

In a gust of wind
the white dew
on the autumn grass
shatters like a broken necklace

Bunya No Asayasu

The Galaxy

A lovely thing to see
through the paper
window's hole
the Galaxy

Issa

Unseen til Now

How visibly the gentle
morning airs
stir the caterpillar's
silky hairs

Buson

A Perfect Evening

Temple bells die out
The flagrant blossoms remain
A perfect evening!

Basho

La Scapigliata

Leonardo Da Vinci

Clouds

Clouds appear
and bring to men
a chance to rest
from looking at the moon

Basho

L'aurore

Marc Chagall

Harvest Moon

Harvest moon:
around the pond I wander
and the night is gone

Basho

Night

Night, and the moon!
My neighbour,
playing on his flute-
out of tune

Kojo

Brilliant Moon

Brilliant moon
is it true that you too
must pass in a hurry

Issa

Alone

No one travels along
this way but I
this autumn evening

Basho

Bush Clover Flowers

Wave after wave
mixes tiny sea shells
with bush clover flowers

Basho

Spring Departs

Spring departs
birds cry
fishes' eyes are filled
with tears

Basho

The Bee

How reluctantly
the bee emerges
from deep within
the peony

Basho

Sit
be present
when sitting
just sit
above all
don't wobble

A room without books
is like a body
without a soul

Marcus T Cicero

Nara

With ancient bronze Buddhas
at Nara, comes the green,
honeyed scent
of chrysanthemums

Basho

Higashi Honganji

All of the things
we've taken for granted
are, upon reflection
wonderfully perfect.

Autumn has come

Autumn has come
to the lonely cottage
buried in dense hop vines,
which no one visits

The Monk Eikei

Life is
larger than science
greater than knowledge
Life is process
Process has mystery
woven into it.

Rachel Remen

Cherry Blossom

In my old home
which I forsook
the cherries are
in blossom

Issa

Rice Fields

The rice fields spread
their flooding terracing
of mirrors
segments in a
beetle's wing

Ho O

Gaijin Walkers

Gaijin walkers trudge
through history
and culture
Nakasendo way

Leeks

Home grown
washed by monsoonal
summer's rainy weeks,
How chill and white,
how fresh and
green, are leeks

Basho

Moon in the Pool

In all this cool
is the moon also sleeping
There, in the pool?

Ryusui

Emerald Robes

A road in the bush
uneven stacks
of grey stones
clad in emerald robes

Reaching to the Light

Reaching to the light
thousands of tiny
fern plants
form a verdant rug

Bejeweled by Rain

Cool damp autumn walk
fallen twigs
crunch underfoot
leaves bejeweled by rain

Green Moss

The greenly green moss
draped over
the low stone wall
feels soft like velvet

From watching the moon
I turned
and my friendly
old shadow
led me home

Shiki

The dragonfly
can't quite land
on that blade of grass

Basho

The lilies!
the stems,
just as they are
the flowers,
just as they are

Basho

Kitagawa Utamaro

Merello

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