This is how my Japanese garden looked like last year. As a Japanese garden should look, snow on the bambu leaves, a moment of eternal beauty, the experience of the moment of Now. This year they overdone it. This is no garden anymore, its just a lot of snow. I wonder what Basho would have said to this.
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Joy: Two snow flakes colliding in never-endig patterns.....
Joy: Two snow flakes colliding in never-ending patterns.....
Basho died, when he just left this crying baby dying on the river bank. (The records of a Weather exposed Skeleton, page 2) He blames haven for the childs misery and just goes on writing:
The ancient poet
who pitied monkeys for their cries
what would he say, if he saw
this child crying in the autumn wind?
de herfstbladeren ritselen niet
de tuin onzichtbaar in de wintermaan
alles is verdwenen
in een sneeuwbank
Basho in Mimeer in de winter
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