Basho Society

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

after the lightening the sound of dew dripping off bamboo Buson

gossiping over chilled wine crescent moon Akari

avoid being like me a melon split into two Basho

a wasteland of lush green life summer heat Issa

rice paddy sparrows hiding in the tea plants when scared away Basho

serene and asleep there is peace on earth little snail Issa

unable to settle down the traveling heart remains Basho

joyfully wading across a summer stream sandals in hand Buson

quietly, the spirit of the tree follows the sound of footsteps summer evening Basho

flowers blooming in the colors of a watermelon Basho

open the door and allow the moon to enter your sanctuary Basho

traveling with the gods numbering the days Basho

the quantity of your love determines the quality of you life

healed by prayer on a journey Basho

the sky silently asking "why my heart cannot feel as free?" Akari

butterflies and birds dancing into the sky a cloud of flowers Basho

these thorny roses remind me of a path in my hometown Buson

flowers and moons they reign as the true masters Basho

a young couple filled with hope little butterflies Issa

the fragrance of plum flower wine early spring Basho