#rengetsu

[dk-thrive]

trails off without a trace

a single line of  fragrant smoke from the incense stick trails off without a trace: one’s heart as well?

~ Rengetsu, “Incense Burner” from Lotus Moon: The Poetry of the Buddhist Nun Rengetsu (White Pine Press, 2005)

[sawanyamew]

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[apoemforyourdash]

From a spring brocade woven of willows and cherries colors bloom in the voice of a warbler.

Otagaki Rengetsu

こきまぜし      Koki maze shi

春の錦の      haru no nishiki no

も中より        monaka yori

にほひ出たる nioi ide taru

うぐひすの聲  uguisu no koe.

[words-from-others]

The impermanence of this floating world I feel over and over It is hardest to be the one left behind

Otagaki Rengetsu, Zen nun and poet (1791-1875)

[zentaku]

If you want to extend the light of the Dharma, let it first illumine your own Heart.

"Dharma Light" by Rengetsu

[zentaku]

If I, too, could somehow Open the lotus blossom Within my own heart And color it pure white How happy I would be...

Rengetsu

[zentaku]

The echo of the bell At Yoshimizu- I am here, too, In a black robe Set against the white mist.

“Upon Hearing the Bells at Yoshimizu” by Rengetsu

[meowzilladesu]

Negawaku ha Nochi no hachisu no Hana o ue ni Kumoranu tsuki o Miru yoshi mo kana How I hope to pass away While sitting on The lotus flower Gazing up at the moon In a cloudless sky

Otagaki Rengetsu (1791-1875)