Monday, November 8, 2010

Shakuhachi Haiku

Shakuhachi ya

the sound of autumn

in my valley.

One note of the shakuhachi

resounds endlessly

piercing the winter clouds.

                            --Soen Nakagawa (1907-1984)

Song of spring -

the flute of Daruma

in my valley.

Fifth Month rain--

in the town how long

this flute ban?

Lightning showers~

lonely beggar plays

the bamboo flute.

Fluttering down

a cadence --

the softness of flutes.

A chevron of mountains peek through mist

-- bamboo flute.

Bamboo flute -

the blind monk plays

with the autumn winds.

Suma Temple -

hearing a silent flute

under dark trees.
                          -- Matsuo Basho

Suma Temple . . .

I hear the unblown flute

in the shade of a tree.

in Fudo Myo-O's sanctum,

blowing bamboo as an offering

summer's day- a duet of frog and shakuhachi!

floating on the summer wind, the sound of shakuhachi.

Spring passes and one remembers

one's innocence.

Summer passes and one remembers

one's exuberance.

Autumn passes and one remembers

one's reverence.

Winter passes and one remembers

one's perseverance.

                               --Yoko Ono