July 31, 2017
I wish to die
in spring, beneath
the cherry blossoms,
while the springtime moon
is full.
–Saigyo (1190)
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).
Bitter winds of winter
but later, river willow,
open up your buds.
-Senryu (1790)
