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Yugen
“It is like an autumn evening under a colorless expanse of silent sky. Somehow, as if for some reason that we should be able to recall, tears well uncontrollably” Kamo no Chomei, An Account of My Hut, 1212
A translation of a poem by Taisen Deshimaru
If someone asks what true Zen is you don’t have to open your mouth to explain it. Please, lay out every angle of your Zazen posture. Then a spring breeze will blow and bring the plum tree to blossom wondrously. … Continue reading
Mille ans de littérature japonaise: a thousand years of Japanese litterature:
Un pareil poème n’est pas inspiré par l’amour de l’art. En Chine comme ici, il s’agit de l’art d’un moment où la pensée n’a plus sa place. TOSA NIKKI: Journal de Tosa, 935 Ki no Tsurayuki This sort of poem … Continue reading
Haiku
A wasp His, its wings a blur, hovering above where I am sitting- What beauty!
Haiku
A big black spider on the door- I say hello and talk to it Like it could understand!
Haiku written in Picardie
There are so many words. There are no words for this state- A joy beyond joy.
Haiku written in Picardie
Three orchids Green leaves, flowerless- Three flower pots.
Bus haiku Morning
The bus ride to work: Grey skies, red brick and the smell of perfume. There’s a light on at the old folks’ home.
Bus haiku Morning
The bus ride to work: Dim light and shit smells. I’m alive!
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