Spring is passing!Matsuo Bashō, Narrow Road to the Deep North (Oku no hosomichi, 奥の細道)
Birds are singing, fish weeping
With tearful eyes.
Such wonderful introspective qualities in all of Bashō’s work, where spirituality meets the Earth, like lightning creating an arc of light over the horizon. Then there’s Issa (Cup of Tea), another Haiku poet that I love, for his material tends to speak for the voiceless, and transcends the earthly realm, being earthly nonetheless, and like Basho, Issa’s work contains a heavy amount of voidness and beauty.
Even with insects—Kobayashi Issa [all the time I pray to Buddha]
some can sing,
And my favorite of all time:
On a branchKobayashi Issa [On a branch …]
a cricket, singing.