the sparkle of frost
capping each frozen stem
under the distant sun
I am continuing to tag along with Frank Tassone’s November journey with Basho. This is the quote he offers for Day 3:
On the first day of the fourth moon, climbed to visit the shrines on a mountain once called Two Wildernesses, renamed by Kukai when he dedicated the shrine. Perhaps he saw a thousand years into the future, this shrine under sacred skies, his compassion endlessly scattered through the eight directions, falling equally, peacably, on all four classes of people. The greater the glory, the less these words can say.
these budding green spring leaves
in blazing sunlight
Basho, “Narrow Road to the Interior.” translated by Sam Hamill, The Essential Basho, p. 5