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Moon-viewing, Tsukimi

Mid autumn

a varicolored season

another passionate festival

chrysanthemums in the courtyard

fragrance beneath the moon

wild leaves

clear winds

delicate clouds

profuse feelings

beautiful crowds

counting stars

in long autumn dream.


Mid autumn

The moon

is round

in the woods


of homing birds


of saxophone

through flower-filled


i see you again

that layer of secret

shining crystals

fall on the banyan tree

infinite fright

yet tenderness

in the night.


Chinese New Year

Auspicious prosperous festival


in the journey to a home reunion

in the red lanterns hanging high

in the highly-colored fireworks

Auspicious prosperous celebration


on the faces of children

in the ovenlike kitchen

over the sumptuous dinner

in every warm warm greeting

Chinese New Year in the house

is a long strands of golden fragrance

Chinese New Year in early spring

brimming with hope and optimism

ducks rushing to the surface

exhilarating the river of aspiration

Chinese New Year

accompanied by touching

tenderness and meticulousness

the head-on marvel and wonder

in the bright sunny atmosphere

encrimsons the abundance

of the Chinese New Year.







Meditation is not indifference

meditation is not reticence

meditation is a kind of learning

simple yet recondite

serene and wise

calm contrivance

meditation is a virtue

a kind of wisdom

a kind of knowledge

a kind of grace

a kind of force

a kind of art

a kind of wealth

the meditative sun is a kind of glory

the meditative mountain is towering

the meditative blue sky is lofty

the meditative earth is broad

the meditative grassland is vast

the meditative time is profound

the meditative elderly is maturity

the sea after meditation

finally rolls up the waves

the horizon after meditation

finally raises up the sun

after all the meditation

the natural world finally awakens

a new year

a new spring

after years of meditation

history finally lights up

new students.





A pot of tea

A pot of tea

a curl of soaring fragrance

green freshness reproduced

emanating a flavor like mist

a breath like the broadness

of waves

softness of tea

high-spirited and refreshing

bitterness of tea

cleanses the soul

refines the mood

tea is a purifying agent

it purifies the dust of heart

tea is refreshment

it moistens wisdom

tea soaked in hot water

a taste of ordinariness and greatness

the soul of tea

is a kind of aftertaste

naturalness and light-heartedness.

A silent night

The chime of bell carries



the night sky be woken up

layers of snow


reveling children raising

a bouquet of bright light

sharing the stars

white moonlight

golden blessings

there’s no race

no barriers


the world is shrouded in clear crystal

farawayness is not a distance


Merry Christmas

Happy Holidays

Happy New Year.


Sword in the shealth

sakura in the wind

tea in the cup

it’s most noble when

a sword is shealthed

its most beautiful when

cherry blossoms fall

it’s most heady when

tea leaves are out of the soup

me in the past didn’t know how

to cherish every drop

of yesterday

when cherry blossoms fall

we realize a sword can’t cut sorrow

and tea can’t wash away


when the wind rises

cherry blossoms dissolve

into the sea of thoughts

and turn into a touch of


and sweetness

once upon a time

sword sakura and tea

were three poems hard to mention

now let’s just

let’s put down this blade

and drink this cold tea

beneath this lamp

like the soul of sakura

destined to return

to the ground.

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