When autumn came
My eyes clearly
Could not see it, yet
In the sound of the wind
I felt it.
Fujiwara no Toshiyuki (via yama-bato)
Drops of water on the young leaves
heavy showers until evening
Chiyo-ni (via yama-bato)
In the basin of water
the slap, slap
of waves
Chiyo-ni (via ratak-monodosico, yama-bato)
Watching the moon
at midnight,
solitary, mid-sky,
I knew myself completely,
no part left out.
Izumi Shikibu (via paynehollow)
I cleansed the mirror
of my heart… now it reflects
the moon.
Renseki, 1789 “Japanese Death Poems” (via yama-bato)
Inhale, exhale
Forward, back
Living, dying:
Arrows, let flown each to each
Meet midway and slice
The void in aimless flight —
Thus I return to the source.
Gesshu Soko, 1696 (via yama-bato)