Feb
17
2010
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)
Dec
23
2009
winter haiku
an extract from a lovely haiku by P Noble
freshly cut oranges
revive memories
too deep for sharing
orion’s arm
reaches over the horizon
tossing stars
Nov
23
2009
thinking
Love.
So many different ways
to have been in love.
Boncho
thinking…
must get back to blogging more often
with thanks to Bel-Vedere for the pics
Sep
26
2009
kālidāsa
From Kumārasambhava 5.24
As Parvati is meditating, the first rain drops of the monsoon fall on her:
sthitāḥ kṣaṇaṃ pakṣmasu tāḍitādharāḥ payodharotsedhanipātacūrṇitāḥ ।
valīṣu tasyāḥ skhalitāḥ prapedire cireṇa nābhiṃ prathamodabindavaḥ
and two lovely translations:
With momentary pause the first drops rest
Upon the lash then strike her nether lip,
Fracture the ladder of her waist then trip
And slowly [...]
Sep
15
2009
a little blake
Merry Merry Sparrow
Under leaves so green
A happy Blossom
Sees you swift as arrow
Seek your cradle narrow
Near my Bosom.
Pretty Pretty Robin
Under leaves so green
A happy Blossom
Hears you sobbing sobbing
Pretty Pretty Robin
Near my Bosom.
from Songs of Innocence and of Experience by William Blake
Continue reading
Aug
5
2009
Thich Nhat Hahn
Drink Your Tea
Drink your tea slowly and reverently,
as if it is the axis
on which the world earth revolves
– slowly, evenly, without
rushing toward the future;
Live the actual moment.
Only this moment is life.
Being Peace
If we are peaceful.
If we are happy.
We can smile and blossom
Like [...]
Jul
27
2009
charles bukowski
splash
the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
poem.
this is a beggar’s knife.
this is a tulip.
this is a soldier marching
through Madrid.
this is you on your
death bed.
this [...]








