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251. Ducks under the willow Don't notice. I sip my tea. Perhaps tommorow, willow buds. 252. The great sea Cannot swallow the moon. Cresting the waves A lazy flying seagull. 253. Vast, an echo in an empty mind. How delightful To share it's passing. Dark clouds, orange moon. 254. Blustering wind at the door Sounds too much like students. Wind chimes sing Of better times. 255. Morning bell. I know I rang it. No one else comes And I don't realize. 256. Laying still in bed, A soft breeze rustiling the covers. Music from someplace far. 257. Death snow covers me silently. No visit to past or future. This perfect moment Came as a final surprise. 258. A small cup of wine this fine evenning. No dream my sitting With a cricket chorus. 259. Warm Spring moon Crossing the small lake. Your warm smile Keeps me from my work. 260. My writing has slowed As sleep and rest escape me. A last cup of tea And back to work. 261. For so many years My shadow stepped before me. Now with the moon risen Where has it gone? 262. Ding-dong ding-dong! Is it my head ringing Or the temple bell? Crazy old Risu. 263. In the bamboo grove The winds sing. Nothing can replace that beautiful moment. 264. Forty-nine years. Not enough time yet To get the idiot Out of one old priest. 265. Big ragdoll cat Hiding under the table, Come out, And share a cup of life. 266. Catch this line if you can, "Drink a cup of tea." As it settles feel it's peace and warmth. 267. What is left of my mind Is best seen in my scribblings. Take a look And hear what I write. 268. Twilight, Land between dark and night. Here I sit day and night While Autumn never fades. 269. The old dragon Seldom leaves his cave But when he does No student can be seen for days. 270. My Dharma friend Hokawa Cannot knock at the door Yet we join hands Across the miles in an instant. 271. Moon over the lake, Crawling past the cloud peaks, Traveling across my path On this one road. 272. My old feet Awash in this Spring stream, A fond reminder Of my inner youth. 273. Just an ordinary sort of priest How can I tell you anything? the moon comes up, the sun goes down; Then you know. 274. Older now I feel Each gust of wind or chill. So good to be inside, With my tea, The door firmly shut. 275. With my bamboo staff And old black robe I walk through the town Year after year. All for tonight folks. Back is getting tired and so is my old head. LOL. With all my love and lots of hugs and smiles; T.S. |
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