Matsuo Basho, I suspect, like most writers wrote down his thoughts on tiny pieces of paper and stuffed them into his pockets. Sometimes pulling them out, polishing the words, writing them down in a better form, publishing them. The ratio of random thoughts to published poems likely being similar to our view of an iceberg floating in the Arctic waters.
Sometimes one has one’s own random thoughts.
Random thoughts — of some importance,
Bashō no yōna, December 2022
but never written down,
are soon forgotten.
Anniversaries, birthdays, and Christmas, I’m often a day behind.
Merry Christmas!
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