drafty mountain hut

always at home, forever on the way

Month: December, 2017

Autumn Kessei 2017 Week 13

by tendo zenji

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Rohatsu Sesshin 2017

dawn fire pours from the sky
flowing down the mountain
strewn stars on liquid glass
a full moon leans in close
chased by rags of clouds
with a grinding cry
a blue heron lifts
tattered wings
flies away
gone

Autumn kessei 2017 Week 12

by tendo zenji

Getting Up Past Midnight and Gazing Across the West Garden,
I Encounter the Rising Moon

Waking to the sound of heavy dew falling,
I open the door, gaze past the west garden

to a cold moon rising over eastern ridges,
scattered bamboo, roots gone clear, clear.

Distance clarifies a waterfall into silence.
Now and then, a mountain bird calls out.

I lean on a column, stay till dawn in these
isolate depths of quiet: no words, no words.

— Liu Tsung-yüan (773–819)
translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home