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
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
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