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irinia Jun 2014
lost in a sky
of strange and far places
a hint of a house
and treetops in the mist
guide my way to you

she gazes
into the same skies
as you do
may your thoughts also
come to be one of accord

if you answered
the tapping of every
water bird
even a wandering
moon could enter

if the haze had not
come out to go in between
the moon and flowers
otherwise even the birds nests
might have burst into blossom

boat upon high seas
if you are drifting without
a harbor or course
give me a call and I'll row
out to teach you about ports

not even knowing
the meaning which the color
of lavender has
but watching it carefully
this one's heart is deeply touched

Murasaki Shikibu, *A String of Flowers, Untied...
Murasaki Shikibu was a Japanese court lady. She is the author of the Tale of Genji written one thousand years ago. In eleventh century Japan the highest form of literary effort was poetry, the 31 syllable tanka.
irinia Mar 2014
“while resembling you
looking at it with my heart
I’m discomforted
by the weight of tear-like dew
on wild carnation flowers”

“beyond measuring
the thousand fathoms depth
may the sea weeds
keep growing to be so deep
I’ll be merely a caretaker”

“you only dip
into shallow waters
in my morass
my body is totally submerged
in the ways of burning love”

“clouded
by affairs of the heart
I am lost
hello! Why doesn’t someone
ask how I am?”

Murasaki Shikibu
words of passion and heartache written by the Japanese court lady Murasaki Shikibu a thousand years ago
"I leave you to go the road we all must go.
The road I would choose, if only I could, is the
         other."

The Tale of Genji, Murasaki Shikibu
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
“When I think of you, fireflies in the marsh rise like the soul’s jewels,
Lost to eternal longing, abandoning my body.”* —Izumi Shikibu

I don’t know the Sun
but
outside I have
made a mess of things
and
the days have gone
slow fleeting

You should know I’d swallow
You entirely
and the wind is
a formless deity

I **** my tongue to you.

**We don’t know where
a poem goes when its forgotten
Perhaps like love it sleeps
in the recesses of our soul
And awakes in the boundaries
of our pain.
This is actually a song/track. Please feel free to listen to it. I encourage you.    
https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire/bitter-sweet
neth jones Aug 2020
"Although I try
to hold the single thought
of Buddha's teaching in my heart,
I cannot help but hear
the many crickets' voices calling as well."

                      by Izumi Shikibu


My Reply

The Buddha once heard
noisy Crickets at their play
received good teaching
did the crickets from the man
who practiced great stillness

— The End —