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351. All new blossoms Sprout about the Garden Buddha. 352. Where is idleness And forgotten solitude As the days grow shorter Along with my wakefulness? Sleep is so elusive. 353. Spring has come Here and now. So many miles. 354. Morning sunrise As my day ends; sleepy. Backwards living. 355. So few visitors To this old temple. Creaks and groans Only from walls and floor. 356. Gazing at flowers Half replanted pots. Wrens return. 357. Swallows stop By the lake in Spring. Watching priests. 358. Blistering winds, Swirl under eaves, Rattle shades. 359. Climbing mind mountains On that other shore, Leaving the floating world behind, Watching clouds being born. 360. Evening shadows Imitate many things As I half nap. 361. Beautiful moon. Peace's handmaiden here Lightens the mind. 362. Silent blossoms. Wind scattered souls. Twilight hour. Catching stars. 363. After forty six years Happiness entered my heart. How long had my other half Waited at the same time? (4/10/01) (for Nita) 364. Midnight sitting Backwards old priest Laughing inside. 365. Each gate a miracle Tempting one to peek. Yet on my long traveled road I am content with The one gate to home. 366. So many blossoms I miss viewing now; Time's flown. 367. Frog and cicada Song duel night again. Flies hiss angrily. 368. No room for shadows In this small temple. Congregation Of atoms. 369. Candles and lanterns Round as I sit now Casting dreams. 370. Even insects sleep This cold Winter night. Nary a fur coat. 371. Worn out old man Happiest of priests. As each night falls More dead than alive. 372. Darkness waits. Favorite sitting time When quiet descends. 373. Late at night I pondered moonbeams Ever awakened. 374. Up or down I Still stand or sit As is my whim. 375. Out of dead ash, Black as the night, A laughing priest. 376. Last Spring frost Catches me thinking Of old dreams And older faces. 377. Banishing myself, No hard task there, Just the going. 378. Some old poems Keep me going tonight. Vanishing hours. 379. Gazing at mountains. Where are you now friend? Opening or closing. 380. Breeze swept room. Sitting for a few moments. Pen and tea, ah ...... 381. Plenty left yet For you and me in twilight Holding hands. (4/11/01) (for Nita) 382. Gong echoing, Incense smoke coiling, Rapt old priest. 383. A quiet night. Opening the gate so Moon may smile. 384. Night walking. I Startle a lone hare Quietly grazing. 385. Skinny young willow, Nary a bud in sight still, Dreaming of jade leaves And bird songs. 386. Always sleeping late In this backwards life I woke to afternoon heat As the sun began to fade. 387. Nothing to think about Just sitting and writing most nights. I can bear the years Better these days. 388. One old half dead lotus And one new bloom Clinging to a mountain puddle Blissfully just living. 389. A riot of new flower blossoms Overwhelms us all at once. Relaxing with tea They become old friends. 390. When you ask your questions It's the same moon that laughs at us. Perhaps in a few years It will only smile a little. 391. A cup of sake before breakfast. What a day this will be. The house already warm No rain in sight. 392. The same as ever Bed covers a mess. I stumble into the kitchen Looking for anything to revive me. 393. The park's formal gardens Call to me, "why such a stranger?" "Time and age," I say to no one And start off to visit. 394. Day to day to day Each much the same Until a loon calls Or the stars come out. 395. A single leaf Tumbles in the door. If it wants a traveling companion Don't look to me. 396. My chi is strong But my back, oh! My mind may be at peace But muscles another story. 397. The moon shines Wherever I go. My eyes reflecting That perfect face. 398. Moon in both eyes, Mind reaching outward. Crossing the dark river I can laugh out loud. 399. My sleepy gaze From under the eaves. Firefly dancing. 400. Just like the moon I never truly sleep. The soft firs Mark both our passing. A few nice poems for a lazy Sunday afternoon or evening. T.S. |
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