Shores
The green unbroken tree-
lined shores surround this lake
like dreams, defining life,
encircle consciousness.
The cumulus-filled sky
beyond commands attention
like each thought that passes
in our head. That all
is one is left unsaid.
~Son Rivers 2006
A PASSING MOMENT
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This is my rather loose translation of a hokku by Ōemaru, who lived into
the first five years of the 19th century. For a moment,Autumn seen on the
hillsAt ...
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