a quiet room

June 02, 2003 monday - 22:45

Stopping Overnigh at Senkoji Temple

ten years ago i visited an old friend here

facing each other we held hands and talked

here tonight again by chance i sleep in his old haunt

a cold moon reflects in the window
bamboo branches flutter in the wind


A Visit to Nakayama in Kibi

scenic spot
thousand-year-old temple

amidst clumps of trees
groves of bamboo

scattered flowers
buried along the path

cries in a deserted mountain

the guest arrives
before daybreak

homeward journey trampling moon
on the road

who has graced these walls
with an illuminating verse?

as i add my own
clumsy harmonising poem

-poetry by zen master jakushitsu, translated by arther braverman

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