Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    while looking at them
sunlight hits…
blooming irises
    the sunlight behind
is irritating…
blooming irises
    irises—
where that rainbow
starts from
    sunset
takes the cloudburst’s
place
By yama-bato sunset— the town is buzzing with dragonflies Issa
By yama-bato raising it formy summer seclusion’s view…little pine Issa
By yama-bato when this pine sapling grows to flower… who’ll be here? Issa
    summer seclusion—
every night the toad
comes calling
    the man’s whiteness
walking in the house’s shadow…
summer moon
    this world
bristles with thorns…
yet there are lotuses
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