Circles in the pond,
in the centre the duck
has flown away.
Originally posted in Italian on December 21, 2008 at 11:02
Mu
Two messy eyebrows
one little childhood scar.
The skyline on the sand
and four drops of green tea.
So one writes blank.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Winter [VI]
Labels:
apocryphal zen,
barbaric haikus
Monday, December 15, 2008
Out of season [V]
Sitted on a tram
a man wraps the rest up
of his son’s lunch.
Originally posted in Italian on December 15, 2008 at 15:23
Labels:
apocryphal zen,
barbaric haikus
Sunday, December 7, 2008
An apocryphal gatha
I’ve found unexpected fresh space
for every possibility:
renunciation.
Originally posted in Italian on December 7, 2008 at 13:38
Labels:
apocryphal zen,
more zen poetry
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