(Creative Commons. Image by KENPEI, June 2007)
The Sumiyoshi
are the gods of war on sea.
The shrine’s parkland
(hakushaseishou landscape)
inspired works of art.
Sumiyosha taisha
06 Sunday Aug 2017
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Hurano-jinja
31 Monday Jul 2017
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(Photo by Brian Adler: Wikipedia)
The cherry blossom
began in Kazan’s reign* and
his mausoleum
marks the resting place of one
who preferred to be a monk.
- Emperoro Kazan
Japan’s Twenty Two Shrines
29 Saturday Jul 2017
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Amaterasu, boussokusekika, Ise Jingu, Japan, Sacred Mirror, shrine
I understand that there are three levels of shrines:
Upper/ First Rank : 7 examples
Middle : 7
Lower : 7 (plus 1)
I am going to go through each shrine and try to write a boussokusekika
for each. 5,7,5,7,7,7 syllable pattern.
Here goes:
Ise Jingu
(Photo by N yotarou, 2008)
Amaterasu,
here is your Sacred Mirror;
it reflects the truth:
though damaged by fire, its ash
was used to make it anew.
The goddess Amaterasu emerging from a cave.
Buddhapada
26 Wednesday Jul 2017
Shakyamuni prints,
wept over by a woman,
were then petrified.
On each toe, a conch proclaims
post-Enlightenment wisdom
from the Bo-Tree, to the world.
Dilly-Dallying?
20 Thursday Jul 2017
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(Carl Van Vechten, photographer.
Library of Congress. Wikipedia)
Salvador Dali,
Maria Pilar Abel Martinez claims that you got pally
with her mother at Port Ligat.
The DNA sample should sort out that.
100 Poems Explained by a Wet Nurse 9
18 Tuesday Jul 2017
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81 onwards….
(Visipix.com)
Who is the cuckoo –
my lover, the moon… that bird?
The morning after!
(Visipix.com)
The wheel of fortune…
yes, no one can stay it.
Who knows what it brings.
(Visipix.com)
Even in the hills
there is nowhere to find peace.
Life’s never- ending.
(Visipix.com)
Even samurais’
significance can be lost
in past, or present.
(Visipix.com)
The moon has fooled me
by shining through cracks in doors.
Sublunary love!
(Visipix.com)
Is Saigyo’s sadness
to do with the world, himself,
or, indeed, with both?
(Visipix.com)
After the showers,
the fir trees’ needles still drip,
as my tears trickle.
(Visipix.com)
How much happiness
can one heart bear and how
much weight can reefs take?
(Visipix.com)
I waited for love
and my maids waited as well.
Then we fell asleep.
(Visipix.com)
He already leaves,
even though I tried so hard.
I’m not crying now.
100 Poems Explained by a Wet Nurse 7
17 Monday Jul 2017
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More in the Hokusai series!
(Visipix.com)
The Emperor praised
the eight-fold branch of blossom.
Next time we’ll bring trees!
(Visipix.com)
When the rooster crowed,
you said that you had to leave.
I’ve heard that before.
(Visipix.com)
Maskao – why you?
You turned celibate and then
told the guard, not me.
(Visipix.com)
Eventually
you are bound to catch a fish,
if you are patient.
No Number 66
(Visipix.com)
My heart on my sleeve;
tears are on display, but see –
no one really cares.
(Visipix.com)
We shared a pillow,
but nothing happened- really!
People are gossips.
(Visipix.com)
At night, all is gloom;
everything seems much worse,
bathed in soft moonlight.
(Visipix.com)
Maple leaves in streams
may look beautiful, but we
have our work to do.
(Visipix.com)
Ordinary life
goes on in every season-
even in Autumn.
100 Poems Explained by a Wet Nurse 10
15 Saturday Jul 2017
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91-99- (no 100)
(Visipix.com)
The cricket’s chirrup
makes a difference- details
matter in love too.
(Visipix.com)
My sleeves wet with tears
and waves tell no secrets.
My child is quiet too.
(Visipix.com)
Collaboration
in Nature and in men too
achieves good results.
(Visipix.com)
No number 94…..
Priests on Mount Hiei
wear such impressive robes,
but what do they reveal?
(Visipix.com)
Old men wouldn’t mind
if ladies would sweep them up
along with the leaves.
(Visipix.com)
Burning kelp extracts
the salt from the seaweed but
not from all my tears.
(Visipix.com)
Riding on the back
of our forebears, we can see
a lot more that way.
(Visipix.com)
Until they’re re-born,
misery caused by soldiers
will be repeated.
Poems Explained by a Wet Nurse 8
15 Saturday Jul 2017
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71- (Visipix.com)
When Autumn winds blow,
the man who washes his feet
is truly grounded.
(Visipix.com)
A servant grasps me.
What kind of master has he?
He must be like him.
(Visipix.com)
In the blossom time,
even the drunks have a right
to gaze on beauty.
(Visipix.com)
Maybe it’s as well
the goddess didn’t answer
my humble prayer.
(Visipix.com)
Unfulfilled promise:
the reliable seasons
shame your fickleness.
(Visipix.com)
In the eye of storms,
we pit ourselves ‘gainst Nature
and just try our best.
(Visipix.com)
A stream divided
by a rock may still unite,
like love, downriver.
(Visipix.com)
The distillation
of sake may smooth our lives,
or may roughen them.
(Visipix.com)
Sometimes it is hard
to see if the moon or clouds
are moving. A torch!
(Visipix.com)
This morning my hair
is as tousled as my thoughts.
Will he care at all?
100 Poems Explained by a Wet Nurse 5
15 Saturday Jul 2017
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(Visipix.com)
No number 41- the above is 42. There is no 46, or 49)
No matter the oaths
we have pledged to each other,
they are in the past.
(Visipix.com)
I will punish him:
his effigy is nailed here
until he responds.
(Visipix.com)
I am a white fox.
I gave him a son; but he
wishes I had not.
(Visipix.com)
I have been a fool.
Harakiri is my fate.
People should not cheat.
(Visipix.com)
No 46. This is 47:
Though all is prepared,
yet in my soul is darkness
no one can detect.
(Visipix.com)
I sit out my love.
In daytime all is idle.
Fires will blaze at night.
No 49. This is 50:
(Visipix.com)
Carpe diem – yes!
Since you’re going to die young, make
smoke and burn brightly.
