it rained briefly - twice yesterday -
my class ran to the windows both times.
they know i get that whole thing.
like snow.
birds that fly into the glass.
a cool bug.
or just because it's lovely and important.
we talked about how we'd get home.
some of us bike.
some of us walk.
it was hard rain.
and then
gone just as quickly.
~
i love the grey-blue closeness.
the soft clatter of the rain's silverblue fingers.
i treasure the leaving . . .
scattered
quicksilver pools
in which the mother
cloud sky home
can find its own resonant self.
ono no komachi praying for rain
i love the sun as much as i love the rain.
i live with people who don't share my acceptance!
this poem describes their experiencing of rainy days.
days that i sometimes long for.
colour of the flower
has already faded away,
while in idle thoughts
my life passes vainly by,
as i watch the long rains fall.
you see i know that rain . . .
like life . . .
kawase hasui hiejinja shrine in rain
eventually ends . . .
and its memory becomes a sensation
stored within the soul . . .
which, like a river,
flows ever onwards . . .
kawase hasui evening at beppu
and wisdom,
when married to a love for all things,
leads to real peace and real understanding . . .
ono no komachi as an old woman
