Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Daily Zen

Cherry blossoms filling the ground,
Sunset filling my eyes:
Blossoms vanished, spring old,
I feel the passing years.
When blossoms were at their finest I neglected to call.
The blossoms did not betray me.
I betrayed the blossoms. 


- Ishikawa Jozan (1583-1672)

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