Burned Out Tower vista, moon shimmers
on hollow surfaces. The Eastern’s winds’
silent billow brings you from clouded
peaks. A sense of sorrow, never meant.
By Burned Tower, Pondering Long Ago
Tower roof long since wind scattered.
I ponder long ago distances, passing
cranes skimmed orions shoulder. Now
oriole song quivers through empty panes.
Burned Out Tower, Change and No Change
Green lake still. Blue Mountains unyielding.
View from Burned Out Tower never-changing.
But those ancient fires no longer rage,
carp here no longer leap waterfalls.
Dust Streams Over Duckweed
Dust streams over duckweed buds,
ten thousand graves swept.
In time, I’ll join them but right now,
I’ll watch the cherry blossoms tumble, and tumble.
September’s winds twirl gossamer in and
around mulberry groves. Lone raft
appears, disappears. I look for a magic
raft but gossamer lingers, and lingers.
First image found here: http://www.edepot.com/taoism_landscape.html
Second and third images found here: http://nigensha.co.jp/kokyu/en/top.html