Raindrops on berries
Ah, a bright sunlight morning
The world is refreshed
…
A shōshin (beginner’s mind): one notices a small thing, like a crystal clear raindrop hanging on an Elderberry, then lets it open like a passage into a whole world.

Raindrops on berries
Ah, a bright sunlight morning
The world is refreshed
…
A shōshin (beginner’s mind): one notices a small thing, like a crystal clear raindrop hanging on an Elderberry, then lets it open like a passage into a whole world.

As you like it:
When the frog meets the pond, when you speak,
Whether you whisper or shout, it’s
— the sound of existence.— Bashō no yōna, Thoughts on Basho’s most well-known haiku
Whether you whisper or shout,
When you speak, like the frog and the pond, it’s
— the sound of existence.
— Bashō no yōna, Thoughts on Basho’s most well-known haiku
To write, to be, or not to be, one must write to be.
Fragile as dew on a blade of grass,
Heavy as a stone tossed in a lake,
To be heard one must speak
— Bashō no yōna, Thoughts on Basho’s most well-known haiku
A nose knows
.
Where the red rose grows
The nose knows when the wind blows
Love blooms, then it goes
.
Fractured Haiku
by Eddie the Blue Heeler.🌹🐾
a rose
A Shakespeare sonnet (54), some Dorothy Parker (one perfect rose), a dash of Gertrude Stein (you know), a walk in the park (long, long ago).
a rose is a rose,
as it grows – it’s becoming
a love that is lost
Bashō no yōna, June 2026
