Basho Society
@BashoSociety
The American Basho Society. Passion, Power, Poetry
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
after the lightening the sound of dew dripping off bamboo Buson
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
the quantity of your love determines the quality of you life
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 scent of orchids like a foreign land crescent moon Ogawa
snoozing on horseback dreaming of the moon and morning tea Basho
Poetry is a deliberate opening to vulnerability and a readiness to be changed
still before my eyes cherry blossoms and fireflies Basho