the mission

To provide a forum for the intersection of spirit and art - a place to share what creations we must manifest to continue living in a meaningful way.


I'm open to what develops here - poetry, fiction, non-fiction, images, videos, quotes, insight - mainly looking at this blog as a record or shared diary in a spirit of playfulness and inspiration....mental froth, mind's eye materialization, and life songs lost and found.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

basho's haiku (in the spirit of winter)

I left my rundown hut beside the river during the 8th month of 1684, placing my trust in my walking stick and in the words of the chinese sage who said "I pack no provisions for my long journey - entering emptiness under the midnight moon". The voice of the wind was oddly cold.

Weather-beaten bones
I'll leave your heart exposed
to cold piercing winds

1 comment:

james said...

From "Travelogue of Weather-Beaten Bones" by Matsuo Basho, translated by Sam Hamill.

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