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401. Blue green firs In the reddish twilight Evoke a sigh. 402. Cup of peach wine, Sunset breeze stirring, ah! A simple pleasure. 403. A free moment Creeps upon me. Dream? Into emptiness. 404. To bamboo shadows. Old Risu sits down. Crickets applaud. 405. Zen butterflies In all seasons come now. Strange blossoms. 406. Only one gate After so many others. Blindness falls away. 407. No good monkey Winter dreaming in sleep Eating an old flea. 408. By the open door You sit watching the stars. Such beauty. (for Nita 5/21/01) 409. Rain swept face smiling I call to the red robins Hidden in the trees. 410. No words for you As you enter the temple, Sneezing, robe flapping. 411. In my own old age No music in my voice Just river gravel. 412. Rivers and mountains. Bamboo mind dreaming secrets. Undisturbed silence. 413. Following the Path I come to ink and brush Despite myself. 414. Sunlit gray green lake Filled with lotus blossoms And ducks laughter. 415. Deepest heart of night. This old priest snores loudly Silencing crickets. 416. Butterfly moonbeams And in wind blown sleep I feel wings. 417. Much too hot today To sit peacefully inside Incense covered. 418. My home is here In old black robes sitting. Cherry blossoms song. 419. No longer sea swept Hermit crab's house comes To my backyard. 420. I. cloud watching See sunset at noon, raindrops Dripping off eyebrows. 421. Trifles all fled Under moonlit bamboo. Teacup steaming so. 422. Nothing to nothing The old wall crumbles away. Eating late breakfast. 423. Windblown blossom Riding the gale winds. Smells of peace. 424. Similar thoughts We share at twilight Growing together. (for Nita 5/22/01) 425. Deep Autumn thoughts Midst silvered bamboo Midway to morning. 426. Still going away Blossoms, clouds, and mayflies; Leaving one Risu. 427. Falling, my thoughts, Shattering all sanity. Bent over moon. 428. No more worries now Mind flying to the moon. The screen's broken. 429. Mist upon the Broken silence of Spring Birds in alders. 430. Like a butterfly You sleep undisturbed. Beauty unborn. 431. Hokawa and I Whispering with words Unspoken yet heard. 432. Quiet joys abound Behind misted cloud mountains When the moonshines. 433. Night long fallen. Water dripping from the eaves Underscores my snores. 434. Idle these hands When the sun rose over there Behind the bushes. 435. Wave on wave White sands accepting. Rhythm of miles. 436. Rain and wild plums I gather them together For bath and tea. 437. Coming together At the oddest of times In marriage vows. (for Nita 5/23/01) 438. Escaping the heat. I would lie in the wind If there were any. 439. Not free of words, I can only be myself, With you beside me, Step by step. (for Nita 5/23/01) 440. Hard to sleep. Days heat still here. Sweat drops Beat on the pillow. 441. What great silliness Spawns priests nowdays? Buddha's eyebrows. 442. Mind still strong I can make mistakes well. Crumbling boulders. 443. Still together, We banish old age, fagh! Feeding ten cats. 444. This old priest Looks at Autumn Like it was Spring And wanders off. 445. A one frog pond, Slumbering in the twilight; Two crazy frogs. 446. Autumn's young And so am I Despite my years. Bamboo mind Wrapped in black rags. 447. Quietly I write Beside the open gate. Morning dew-scented While the cats quibble. 448. So long ago now That man came here Leaving me behind. (for Rev. Dokyo Chozen) 449. Unfolding with the days. Life goes on regardless Of my feeble protests And I thrive. 450. Bypassing death I can go about life Without thinking Or watching shadows. On a day of 101 in the shade we hope your day is cooler and your thoughts unclouded. T.S. and Nita |
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