#deathpoems — Public Fediverse posts
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Reality is dismantled and collapses and I sit quietly . . . the cats impatient for dinner.
#DeathPoems #SociatalCollapse #Cats #Dinner #MatsuoBasho #Meditation #Slow #Exaserbation
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I leap from depths
of debt into the skies:
autumn of the dragon.Ginka (d. 1725) #deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #dragon #shodo #書道 #龍 #俳句
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The earth is fragrant
with plum petals falling
on my way home.Fuwa (d. 1712)
#deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #earth #shodo #書道 #土 #俳句 -
Rise, let us go—
along the path lies
the clear dew.Fujo (d. 1764) #deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #path #shodo #書道 #道 #俳句
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Deutzia blossoms:
I, who rebuked the lazy,
sleep late into the morning.Hakuto (d. 1727) #deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #morning #shodo #書道 #朝 #俳句
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Ah! Whenever drawn
To thank my body for all—
My very last breath.Ensei (d. 1725) #deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #breath #shodo #書道 #息 #俳句
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Ah! Whenever drawn
To thank my body for all—
My very last breath.Ensei (d. 1725) #deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #breath #shodo #書道 #息 #俳句
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Ah! Whenever drawn
To thank my body for all—
My very last breath.Ensei (d. 1725) #deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #breath #shodo #書道 #息 #俳句
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Ah! Whenever drawn
To thank my body for all—
My very last breath.Ensei (d. 1725) #deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #breath #shodo #書道 #息 #俳句
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Ah! Whenever drawn
To thank my body for all—
My very last breath.Ensei (d. 1725) #deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #breath #shodo #書道 #息 #俳句
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Seeds of the lotus
In every which direction
Playfully jumping.Donsui (d. 1729)
#deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #lotus #shodo #書道 #蓮 #俳句 -
Headed heavenward,
Light like the absence of sin—
The ship of the moon.Dōhaku
(d. 1675)#deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen #moon
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Memento mori.
Four ways of drawing death, and one #haiku
With sunrise comes light
and the quotidian burden
of being alive.#deathPoems #micropoetry #life #death #mementoMori #calligraphy #zen
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A raging sea
thrown from the deck—
a block of ice.Choha (d. 1740)
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I long for people—
then again I loathe them:
end of autumn.Chogo (d. 1806)
Chogo was, in at least one aspect, my soulmate.
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It lights up
as lightly as it fades:
a firefly.Chine (d. 1688)
This poem was composed by her brother when Chine passed away. She was 28 years old.
#haiku #micropoetry #deathPoems #life #death #zen #firefly #siblings #sister
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Of late the nights
are dawning
to plum-blossom white.Buson (d. 1783)
This is such a lovely poem.
The word “akaru”, here translated as “dawn”, means bright, to suggest the way the sky lightens at dawn. The kanji for “akaru” 明 is a sun (日) next to a moon (月) (the brightest things in the sky!) but in this poem, I like to imagine, also the transition from night to day.
#haiku #micropoetry #deathPoems #life #death #zen #dawn #light #sun #moon
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The running stream
is cool—the pebbles
underfoot.Chiboku (d. 1740)
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Now spring has come
into my world:
farewell!Bainen (d. 1905)
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Blossoms scent the air
a carefree birdsong
echoes truth.Gozan (d. 1733)
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Bound homeward
under clear summer skies:
bird feathers, flowers.Keido (d. 1787)
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To a melody of prayer
disappears the moon—
my place of rest.Hakuni (d. 1792)
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What is it but a dream?
The blossoming as well
lasts only seven cycles.Hakuen (d. 1859)
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@paezha This kanji is my wallpaper now.
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I raise the mirror of my life
Up to my face: sixty years.
With a swing I smash the reflection—
The world as usual
All in its place.Taigen Sofu (d. 1555)
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My sword leans against the sky.
With its polished blade I'll behead
The Buddha and all of his saints.
Let the lightning strike where it will.Shunpo Soki (d. 1496)
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He who comes knows only his coming
He who goes knows only his end.
To be saved from the chasm
Why cling to the cliff?
Clouds floating low
Never know where the breezes will blow them.Sengai Gibon (d. 1837)
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To hell with the wind!
Confound the rain!
I recognize no Buddha.
A blow like the stroke of lightning—
A world turns on its hinge.Nampo Jomyo (d. 1308)
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In all the kingdom southward
From the center of the earth
Where is he who understands my Zen?
Should the master Kido himself appear
He wouldn't be worth a worn-out cent.Ikkyū (d. 1481)
Kido was a Chinese Zen master who Ikkyū considered an espiritual forebear. Ikkyū understood the wisdom of finding his own path: if the Buddha had stood on the way to illumination, Ikkyū would have chopped his head off.
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Three and seventy years
I've drawn pure water from the fire—
Now I become a tiny bug.
With a touch of my body
I shatter all worlds.Ingo (d. 1281)
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I was born into this world
I leave it at my death.
Into a thousand towns
My legs have carried me,
And countless homes—
What are all these?
A moon reflected in the water
A flower floating in the sky
Ho!Gizan Zenrai (d. 1878)
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On a journey, ill:
my dream goes wandering
over withered fields.Matsuo Bashō (d. 1694)
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Bury me when I die
beneath a wine barrel
in a tavern.
With luck
the cask will leak.Moriya Sen'an (d. 1838)
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Mount Fuji's melting snow
is the ink
with which I sign
my life's scroll,
"Yours sincerely."Kashiku (17th or 18th century)
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I try to find how I can keep going.
For me a huge part of keeping going is to try and change things for the better.
Zen haiku has interesting and stark contrasts between the beauty and the ugly.