Inspired by Issa - Cycle of births
the cycle of births
from my hand, a pigeon pecks peas
grain by grain
inspired by
grains of rice
pecked by birds...
my futon
-Issa,1814
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Inspired by Issa - In the lightning
taming desires
so may faces
the buddha
inspired by
in the lightning
how he laughs...
Buddha!
-Issa,1814
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Inspired by Issa - Prayers
all the lotuses
aides in
my prayers
tanka:
the lotuses have fully
bloomed to
embrace the sky
like my heart after the
dawn prayers
blossomed
inspired by
this day-
even stirring gruel
is a prayer!
-Issa,1814
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Inspired by Issa - While i was away
just a little while
to live
a little while
to die
slit in between
a drama
of senses
inspired by
while I was away
just for a while...
a splendid young bamboo!
-Issa,1819
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Inspired by Issa - Altar food
sticking to to Buddha's
be compassionate dictum
he lets rat nibble at altar food
inspired by
while praising Buddha
with wide-open mouth...
a thicket mosquito
-Issa,1816
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Inspired by Issa - Harvest Moonn
harvest moon -
the field flying
with broken stalks
harvest moon -
no more loud sighs
from the windy fields
harvest moon
thanksgiving incense
trails over fields
harvest moon
the garden echoes with plan
for the next season
inspired by
harvest moon-
some are stretched out
some praying
-Issa,1821
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Inspired by Issa - Stark Contrast
devouring her beauty
on the pretty lass
ugly dinosaurs
stark contrast
ugly dinosaurs on
the pretty lass' blouse
inspired by
stark contrast
to the pretty grasses...
cormorant boat
-Issa,1810
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Inspired by Issa - Wisteria Trellis
morning glory
two yellow butterflies'
frolicking flight
inspired by Issa's
wisteria trellis-
behind it, in the light
wildflowers
-Issa,1809
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Inspired by Issa - Lucky Gate
lucky gate
opposite house's buddha
oversees it
inspired by
on the lucky Eighth Day
of Fourth Month...
a mountain cuckoo
-Issa,1814
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Remembering Issa - Nightingale arrives
the owl watches
the forest floor
eyes wide as the moon
excited owl
the mice runs
in its eyes
inspired by Issa's
the nightingale aims
and arrives...
my fence
-Issa,1806
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Inspired by Issa - Lover Cat
two month old
baby's cry
that tom cat in heat
(John Tiong)
inspired by
with a voice
like a temple bell...
the lover cat
-Issa,1814
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Inspired by Issa - Dew
dew
hugs the grass
and my eyelashes
inspired by
the world of dew
so fast turns green...
rice fields
-Issa,1816
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Inspired by Issa - your rice field, my rice field
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our dreams in tokyo
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our sons in tokyo
inspired
your rice field
my rice field
the same green
-Issa,1815
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Inspired by Issa - Winter Rain
winter rain
cold are my feet
so is my heart
inspired by
big winter rain
or little winter rain...
sleeping is hard
-Issa,1814
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Inspired by Issa - the beach wind blows
over their
boobs and butts
the beach wind blows
inspired by
over rice cakes and jelly
the good spring breeze
blows
-Issa,1807
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Inspired by Issa - bathroom frog
joining me
in a bath
bathroom frog
as i bathe
the frog experiences
a storm
(john tiong chunghoo)
inspired by
for me all alone
his sober face...
a frog
-Issa,1814
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Inspired by Issa - Plovers
dawn burst of songs
oh birds, i wish i can be
as excited for the new day
inspired by
plovers on a winter night-
not an old voice
among them
-Issa,1815
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A Little Sunshine
a grain of rice
on a table cloth
beside
a cup of hot
coffee
imperceptible
but when a connection is found
soon
the spoon and fork
shall understand
some pieces
no matter what
do not fit
on a reasonable landscape
what is the grain of rice
doing on a breakfast table?
your mind is furious
i think it is cool
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After The Slow Slipping Of Self
grab your emptiness
like a handful of sand
in your hand
and let it spill there
grain after grain
after grain
until all is gone
away
slipping from
your fingers
then feel that
your hands
are still yours
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Amen, Amen...
for the few grains of rice that i have given you
and for the slice of fish,
God has given me more than what
i have parted,
God has given me a house, a rice granary,
a thousand loaves of bread,
an ocean of fish
plus a book of poems,
plus the nightingale songs
My heart sings praises for Him.
For every grain of rice that i have shared with a hungry neighbor,
God has replenished me with truckloads.
FOR THE FEW cents that i have given as fare for the old woman
who wishes to go home,
God has repaid me money in bundles.
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Maya
little brown birds with grey beaks and a patch of black
on their heads
three of them
drinking water on a pond of water created
by the little rain this morning
as i go near them
they all look at me and then in a sudden
they all fly away leaving some ripples in the
muddled pond
i never think of them as my enemies
they all leave at once
i do not have a gun
or a club or a slingshot
what i have in my hands are rice grains, nothing but rice grains
yes, rice grains for all of them
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