Winter Dreams
To forget the chill of
The frozen hearth
I spend the night
Dreaming of gathering
Violets in a lush field.
Upon Hearing the First Bush-Warbler of Spring
Amid the plum blossoms,
I hear the first burst of song;
Too young yet to give a
Full-throated performance,
Still, what a joy!
Tender Buds
A thousand grasses
Run rampant in autumn
But to discover a
Single sprout with two leaves;
The joy of spring!
Heart
Coming and going
Without beginning or end,
Like ever changing
White clouds:
The heart of things.
--from Lotus Moon: The Poetry of Rengetsu, translated by John Stevens
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