Purusha

The sound of distant thunder -
Personhood expands to fill all space.
Sudden, brilliant, as the lightning bolt.

-Jeronimus

All night, drop by drop,
the owl's incessant question.
The mind overflows with it.

-Jeronimus

Like the shimmering sound of
shell beaches sifted by summer waves
- a sea breeze in the leaves.

-Jeronimus

A reverse universe:
blue clouds in a white sky -
jacaranda trees, overcast day

-Jeronimus

The jacaranda is a tree with blue to purple-blue blossoms, native to Central and South America.

A great river flows,
irrigating the senses
through a few simple lines.

-Jeronimus

thriving in deep shade,
cliveas make their own suns
of bright, warm orange

-Jeronimus

green like copper domes,
tenacious to the hot-plate slate -
lichen on the summer roof

-Jeronimus

Formlessness

Don't look for images in clouds -
Not even the faces of the gods.
Their glory lies in formlessness

-Jeronimus

Winter Almost Over

Spring in the step of shoppers.
Cloud cows browse the blue above.
Many forms, one purity.

-Jeronimus

Fujitaka

Inishie mo
Ima mo kawaranu
Yo no naka ni
Kokoro no tane wo
Nokosu koto no ha

In this world that remains,
Past and present
Unchanged,
I leave these words:
Seeds of my spirit.

-Fujitaka
Upon receiving this poem, Emperor Goyozei ordered an end to the siege of the castle
in which Fujitaka expected to be killed.
The pen was proved mightier than the sword.
This is not a haiku.

As I dried my sleeves,
drenched with chrysanthemum dew,
did an age slip by?


Jeronimus, after the ancient Japanese poet Sosei Hoshi

1)
a moment,
the waves show
the water beneath

2)
ah!
the butterflies'
shadow

3)
sleeping
after graduation -
dreams of cotton in the wind

4)
opening the door
to sweep the dirt out -
heavy summer rain

-Bhalachandra

Hydrangeas

A recent painting, acrylic on canvas, 12 x 12 inches.

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Blue clouds, brains of rain,

'vessels of water', in Greek.

What angel arranged hydrangeas?

- Jeronimus

Pine trunks creak in the breeze,
as if an old chest had closed
- winter afternoon

-Jeronimus

Clouds on the horizon
bleached by marine distance -
as old as driftwood

-Jeronimus

no more
questioning
-birds singing on
every tree

-Bhalachandra

To the vain, it's grey.
To a weeder, it's green
- time has many hues.

-Jeronimus

After rising
I wash my eyes in the sky
-a blue ablution

-Jeronimus

No stone can shatter,
no dust can gather on
the mirror of the lake

Jeronimus (after Thoreau)

After days of rain
no other reality
exists but green

-Jeronimus

The Sport

White camellia -
its inner child has spattered
one petal with red

- Jeromimus
Note: A 'sport' is a flower that has an unusual colour variation.

Basho

Do not seek to follow
in the footsteps of the men of old;
seek what they sought.

An autumn night...
don't think your life,
didn't matter.

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;
there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

Twilight is silent
behind the raucousness of
the cockatoo flock.

Bhalachandra

back to sleep
at dawn -
outside, the birds
only know the morning

Bhalachandra

spring in Seattle -
the white side of leaves
showing in the wind

Uejima Onitsura 1660-1738

To finally know the plum,
use the whole heart too,
and your own nose


A voiceless flower
speaks to the obedient
in-listening ear


Silent the garden
where the camellia-tree
opens its whiteness

the water fountain
has ceased -
autumn leaves rustle above

-Bhalachandra

before leaving
to teach,
the rain begins

-Bhalachandra

amongst pine trees,
a metal pole
is slanted

-Bhalachandra

Winter Haiku

Denuded branches -
roots seeking the sustenance
of the quiet sky.

Ventilators

on the rain-washed roof -
prayer wheels to an unknown god
- ventilators spin