My roof is the heaven, where a wanderer can ply the stars. A loner on still ponds— so, let that be my name: plyer of the sky’s seas. Summer sun guides me to the first winter rain, so I can find nature’s peace. What do you think? Let me know in the comments below, orContinue reading “Pond Skater (in conversation with Matsuo Basho)”
Just in case you can’t read the Haiku because of the red! Kamikaze: Divine wind. In 1274, and 1281, Mongol invaders were repulsed from Japan by acts of nature that bordered on the miraculous. For some, it was as though Hachiman, God of War, himself had stretched out his hands from the heavens, and sweptContinue reading “Kamikaze”
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