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277. Kannon and Miroku laugh At my daily comings and goings. A wobbly old priest Who never bothers to think. 278. Slowed by a weakend heart My mind follows suit. Such a good thing. No more rushing about. 279. How many poems inhabit One empty mind? By the thousands they come, Living while I fade. 280. The wind covers me each night While the moon peers through the window. With friends like these I am in the best of company. 281. Where am I now Just rising from bed, Clothes in a heap, Where I left them? 282. Oh new priest Have you truly watched The moon at night. - for Hokawa 283. Though quite mad I can still brew tea Under the moon. 284. Being depraved Drink a cup of tea slowly And peace comes. 285. The lasting taste of Autumn Comes with me each day. There is no going back To Spring. 286. What small heritage I have Is Hokawa and some old poems. In the end She will leave me in the dust. 287. On the quiet marsh bridge. Ducks floating silently by. I do walking meditation And they quack in amusement. 288. What a life. Plum blossoms abound. I see a cloud. 289. Old Risu passing. Black robe rustling. No more I. 290. Shadows depart As we meet here Bridge crossing. 291. Most lovely. Fragile cherry blossoms. Moonlit night. 292. One great nut. Two old squirrels. A fine supper. 293. All this green Butterfly changes In passing by. 294. Water sounds go Sweeping past my door. Rain swept night. 295. Saw me coming. Ah, this orange moon. Not forgotten. 296. Butterfly race. No end in sight, climbing. Emerald sky. 297. My own gait These days Falling shadows. 298. Nothing behind Left unseen now . New road ahead, eh? 299. Cloud mountains Settle on my shoulders. Old squirrel dances. 300. Tea pot's boiling. Good green leaves in To fill your cup. 301. Sound of dewdrops Rolling slowly to nowhere. Mind delighted. 302. Yesterdays rain Flattening new grass shoots And old people. 303. Moon watching time Even in my own dreams Ever beautiful. 304. Evening moonrise. Cherry blossoms in repose Overwhelm me. 305. My eternal one Ever ageless in beauty. Hold me closer. 306. Dreaming of flowers. Spring comes to mind Without my bidding. 307. Warm afternoon. Temple cats sleeping. Sitting here sweating. 308. That old life Hollow and twisted darkness. Dawn dispelled it. 309. Low tide sands Mist sprayed seabirds Ocean's smile. 310. Wild squirrels at Old Risu's doorway seeking out cakes. 311. Mad moth flitting Over butsudan candles Please go home. 312. Two old friends Eyeing the wave's crest Sail far away. 313. Lounging on a bridge, Cool sea breeze seeking, Two silly priests. 314. Too much supper. Drowsy and content, yes. Ah, waking dreams. 315. Is nothing hidden When mind are open to air? Moonflower knows it. 316. First I write. The crows mock me now. Half bare trees. 317. So hot inside People wilt like flowers. Early April day. 318. Fireflies dance Along the lake shore Awaiting a moon. 319. Old moon face Showing me myself again. Never tiring. 320. No day off here. Boiled rice body work. Furnace stoked, ai ! 321. Tanabata night. Too many cups of sake Occludes the stars. 322. Rose sky morning. Wrens laughing in play. Old priest mumbles. 323. Again the bell ! My head aches appalingly. I listen despite. 324. Gray cloud day. Sitting inside or out Still old Risu. 325. Silly old butterfly Chrysanthemum hopping. No comparison. Well that's it for the moment. Hope you all enjoy. Metta and lots of hugs; T.S. |
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