Half Moon Tea Haiku

"Empty the heart-mind of everything.

Gaze out at the forests and mountains.

Allow them to stimulate the

Inborn Light of The Way within you."

-- Kuma-sensei


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the winter solstice

a warm cup of hojicha ---

just another day


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"In our world, it is impossible

for one to buy culture."

Otagaki Rengetsu (1791 - 1875)


[ a haiku after reading

Peter Kingsley's Catafalque ]




cold gray afternoon

single cup of hot sake ---

onward the Tao flows


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the only thing real

the words of the Wayfarers ---

a lantern-lit path


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OUTER

January rain

washes away the old year ---

purification


INNER

slightly warm sake

washes away the old year ---

a new year has come


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quiet night-sitting

rain falls in a steady stream ---

empty mind at peace


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morning gardening

late afternoon gardening ---

our first tomato


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like dancers sleeping

a pile of poplar blossoms ---

even the crows seem tired


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quiet rambling day

keeping the heart-mind open ---

a patch of blue sky


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yūzū nembutsu

ears and eyes fully open ---

blooming sakura


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four crows fly at dawn

beneath the crescent moon's glow ---

pink sky norito


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standing between worlds

tall Himalayan cedars ---

a concealed temple


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the god of the wind

blowing prayers through the forest ---

purified senses


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sounds of rain tonight

catching the drops in buckets ---

while sipping pu-erh


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a soft rain falling

the entire world is burning ---

there is no abode


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Spring rain falls like jewels

the Ten Thousand Things nourished ---

Nature's cathedral


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Summer cicadas

a tree frog croaks in the dark ---

the hum of crickets


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cicadas buzzing

already a full day's work ---

new batch of lettuce


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Summer cicadas

nothing but in-breath and out ---

awake in the dream


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a midnight rainstorm

an August night in Georgia ---

feels like liquid gold


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dusky morning light

the whole world a glowing pearl ---

a hummingbird sips


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at the yard's dark edge

late Summer cicadas chant ---

do they know death stalks them?

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what is this sitting?

just an old corpse pondering

that it is a corpse


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sitting in silence

an owl hoots from the dark trees ---

then falls silent too


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woodpecker hammers

autumn trees for a morsel ---

hunger drives us all


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such folly to watch

abiding non-abiding ---

self goes on grasping


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on the precipice

Shosan's "death" kanji in mind ---

a door creaks open


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a bowl of miso

a cup of kukicha tea ---

what else do I need?


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wandering through town

people move like drifting clouds ---

anonymous ghosts


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withering blossom

yet another empty page ---

quiet Autumn night


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late-night Autumn moon

steam of the waters rising ---

Cypress Tree Temple


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a cold rainy day

rust-colored leaves drift downward ---

so too this heart-mind