May Meditation
Nothing but that youthful green
between the cobalt lake and sky—
a cormorant rising in a cove.
The wind begins to gust, the waves
resounding, drowning out all sound.
~Son Rivers 2007
SAYING WITHOUT SAYING
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Another hokku from a reader in Japan: (Winter) All night longAgainst the
shutters —The western wind. Notice that there is no “I” in this. That
enables the ...
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