Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, there are still two cups at my table.

Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.

~ Wu-men ~

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Speaking of Hiking an Ancient Trail...

Speaking of hiking an ancient trail, the Japanese poet Matsuo Basho went on a walking trip, and kept a journal. It was eventually published as "The Narrow Road to the Deep North."

It's a very enjoyable read.

If you click on the title of this post, you'll be directed to a website that has the text in English, in it's entirety.


1 comment:

ms_lili said...

i read 1-5 tonight. nice layout of the site