Yosa Buson was an eighteenth century poet and painter. I like his haiku because they contain both humor and a profound spiritual sense. The poems are detached and very visual. Here are a few that are calming my very tired soul this evening:
A heavy cart rumbles by
and the peonies
quiver.
He's on the porch,
to escape the wife and kids--
how hot it is!
Tears
for the wild geese of Shosho;
a hazy moon.
Coming back--
so many pathways
through the spring grass.
Lighting the lantern--
the yellow chrysanthemums
lose their color.
Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
the moon seals it.
The old calendar
fills me with gratitude
like a sutra.
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