Feb 17 2010

a girl

The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast - Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child – so high – you are, And all this [...]

Feb 9 2010

springtime

    The temple bell stops. But the sound keeps coming out of the flowers.   Matsuo Basho           Its house abandoned, the garden has become home to butterflies.   Iio Sogi (1421-1502)