Carpe Diem #723 buying a cookie

With this haiku “buying a cookie”  of Basho’s came a preface which is shared below.

“I visited the Atsuna Shrine. The buildings were in ruins, the earthen walls had crumbled and were hidden in a field of weeds. Sacred straw ropes had been put to mark the site of the lesser shrine and rocks piled up to show the shrine itself. Ferns and mosses, growing as they will, only made the place more sacred and captured one’s heart.”

buying a cookie
even the ferns are withered
at a rest stop

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

As we read the haiku again than in the last line we can read that Basho took a stop to rest and eat something, so he was just eating a cookie, but in this haiku (with the preface) he makes this eating of a cookie almost a holy sacred moment … what a man this Basho a true Saint.

tired of spinning
the cat takes time for itself
and washes his face

© Chèvrefeuille

My Attempt

IMG_7374 boulder in creek


done working in yard
sit by creek watching water
eyes follow bubbles


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Buried in Moss

Post in response to prompt –
Carpe Diem #722 buried in moss
koke uzumu tsuta no utsutsu no nebutsu kana

buried in moss
and ivy leaves, but from within
the tomb, a faint prayer

© Basho (Tr. Sam Hamill)

Following is from our host:

“A very strong emotional and spiritual feeling gets me. Basho visits his Zen master Butcho who has retired to the Kashima Shrine … this haiku is full of sentiment and love for his master entwined with the deep religious Zen Buddhist experience Basho has right at that moment as he sees his Zen master again. Isn’t it a wonderful haiku?
This is his attempt:

buried in moss
hidden under colorful leaves
a pebble

© Chèvrefeuille

My attempt:

now buried in moss
prayers in the presence God
true communion

now buried in moss
personal communion
in presence of God




Priest and Morning Glory

Post in reference to prompt – Carpe Diem #721, priest and morning glory

Basho, while traveling through the country, met several great people and made new friends. He was also befriended with the innkeeper of Yamanaka Hot Springs. This innkeeper had a son, Toyo, to whom Basho was attracted. As Basho leaves the inn he writes this haiku especially for Toyo:

yuno nagori   kayoi wa hada no   samukara n

tonight my skin
will miss the hot spring
it seems colder

© Basho


in deep silence
under the cherry tree
a young priest

© Chèvrefeuille


alone in deep thoughts
the priest and morning glory
innocence of youth



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