at Recuerda mi Corazon
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| Megata: Wisteria Vine (from 1870s) in Library of Congress Photo & Print Collection http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/jpd.01076 |
in pale moonlight
the wisteria's scent
comes from far away
- Buson
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Ah, I am happy
that the scent reached me too
Thanks, for a good gift..
I had to look up Wisteria as well as the author's name. It is a beautiful portrait and sentiment all the way around, and I learned something. Good job Meri. Peace to you and all you hold dear.
dreamy. thank you for sharing this poem, and gorgeous photo
Wonderful post
This is so beautiful! You asked about the meditation I was doing.
http://www.chopra.com/hayhouse
Here is a link to sigh up for the 21days of free guided sessions. They send you a new one each day. I think I am on #9. I feel I can now breath so much deeper now. And really love the voice of David.
Let me know if you like it as much as I do.
E
I misread your title as Bosom...and thought of something else entirely until I read your Haiku!
happy Easter Meri!
x..x
Meri, this is lovely. It took me there.
Being outdoors in the pale moonlight... the pungent scent of wisteria fills the air... I can't wait until the season reaches us. Great job finding just the right woodcut, Meri! Every time. Love
Beautiful post Meri. I love these classic haiku. Thank you for introducing us to some of the great Japanese Pillars of the Art. The images are lovely too.
xo,
Noelle
I love wisteria, and your esteem expressed for this beautiful plant is delightful.
Rosie
Made me homesick for one night long ago on the outskirts of Tokyo...
What a lovely painting of the wisteria...and such a beautiful haiku. I'm so enjoying the variety as I experience Haiku My Heart for the first time.
I can almost smell it all the way here from Texas
oh meri i love wisteria...your offering is beautiful and dreamy.
thanks for being here.
I, too, love the scent of wisteria. Thank you for reminding me.
The word verification is mi-leaf, so here it is - we have the most wonderful wisteria growing over the bridge by the side of our cottage, it is still in bud ready to pop.
Your words and image mingled with my own thoughts leaves my senses bathed in beauty!
oh, nothing sweeter . . .
What a beautiful poem. The scent was beautiful. I do believe we must be kindred souls. I think the worst thing about sending my baby out is wondering if I can handle the criticism that might come back...
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