Persimmons

The autumn moon

Risen

 

Blossoming

In moonlight

The shape

Of a monk

In the rock

 

Big moon

Are you looking at

The end of my finger?

 

Leaves of autumn

Lighting

This mountain hut

 

In bed

Stomach noisy as a frog

Full moon

 

Sunrise

The ferryboat

Unto fountains of waters

 

The gate unlatched

Everything

In time

Returns

 

Spring

Equinox

Old enough to drink

 

Moon

The harvest

A brace of rabbits

 

My sombrero

The shade

Of the arches

 

Violet

The sky

Sunset on paper

The focus of birds

 

Foraging

In this place

Of violets—

Tanabata

 

Story inside

Tomb of ancestors

Haniwa

 

The closed eyes

Of the bronze buddha

Inside the cave

 

The mountain

A smile

Of mountain

 

Asleep

Under cresting moon

The volcano

 

Moon

Behind the clouds

An owl turns away

Only your eyes now

                                                   Bhakti

I the monk,

She the mountain.

By moonlight fire

Tie my hammock,

Chant and rattle tambourin.

I take rest,

Coconut palms lean

Every head on mountain breast.

 

Butterfly

Straightening

In the grass

 

So many doves

This morning

Moon

 

Sky

Filled with morning light

The greenness of a tree

 

The sun

In the water

The hooves of the horses

 

The sound

Of a small dove

Inside

The ink

 

One morning

Waking up

Cherry blossoms

 

The waterfall

In the night

Bathing

With the rocks

 

The tiger lilies

Beckon 

The butterfly

The short wings of time

 

Nearness

Of a dove

To the window

 

Snow

On the mountain

A peaceful dove

Coos

 

Pomegranates

Blue and white

Moonlight on snow

 

Bright

The coolness of winter

Straw coat on a nail

First pine

My love

Never failing

Through mists and waters 

 

Moon the orange eye

Of a cat

Drinking my own liquor

 

Full winter moon

Growing white

On the path

 So much...

Thank you Thay.

Witness

Plum

Purple on the tree

 

Shouldering

The lotus

The waters

Open palm

 

 

The bell

Passing

The bowl

The venerable flame

 

 

 

The door

Of the crematorium

Sealed with mud

Lotuses grow

Rising on all sides

 

Tomorrow

Incense bird

Sunday

 

Day at the steam room

Coldness of crushed pear

A cat’s tongue

 

Cold night moon

Lo

So round