Escaped Thoughts

Not Zen

 

rice and tea for lunch

Buddha on the windowsill

I feel so not Zen

Cold Spring

Cold white azalea -

Lone nun

Under thatched roof.

-- Basho

Humans

Where there are humans,

you'll find flies,

and Buddhas.

 

— Kobayashi Issa

Snow on Branches

snow on branches

very cold bright sun

I am saying the names of those

that I have not seen for years

out loud

bits of snow

slide down

Cold Rain

a cold rain all day.
no firewood left in the house.
deer are oblivious.

September Fourth

barely September,
early chrysanthemum bloom -
Why encourage death?

Late Summer

 

the tea is cold now
so is the clear morning air
thanks for your warm hand