Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, 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.

Enjoy.

1 comment:

ms_lili said...

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