Noise

Background noise
In waves of snowflakes
Life disappears

Continuum

The past may cry
For a glimpse of fate
Present lingers

Steps

Stepping twice
In the same river
Of my thoughts

Waves

Learning thoughts
To drift with the waves
Up to the shores

Perception

In frog’s eyes
The pond’s an ocean
Till the salt-smack

Web

A spider's wide web
Between Mathematics books
A geometer

Novices

Do gods play chess
They aren’t good at all
At playing dice

Shine

Learning each day
By its darkest hour
Till the sun shines

Play

Checkmate
And life goes on
Bit longer

Remains

Remains of the day
So scattered in time
Become life itself

Touch

Afraid to touch
That tiny snowflake
As it touched me

Haiku

Raindrops sounding
On my frozen skin
No translation

Icy

A thought passed
As fast as it came
Slippery heart

Wavery

Splashes of wind
No water to drown
My own sorrow

Shades

Shades in windows
Night seems to reveal
Its own story

Spring

Buds in the snow
What a great morning
For a sunrise

Times

An old-sword master
Cut the worth of his paintings
Inexpensive joy

Sleepwalking

Glacial morning
On sleepwalkers’ path
Barefoot thoughts

Jump

Frogs jumping
As we’re passing by
Swift bog splashes

Nostalgia

New trains speeding
On road to Kyoto
Samurai dream

Disturbed

Two kids fighting
On biggest apple
A worm lingers

Unfrozen

Wishful dreams
Melting with the snow
Frozen roses

Duality

So bright in night
So dull in twilight
Twofold firefly

Splash

Moon bathing
In a sea of clouds
Not a good brush

Footsteps

Curving over
The bridge of unknown
No footsteps

Solitude

Walking alone
Not even a sound
From others’ steps

Moonlight

Moonlight rolling
On a dreamy bridge
Between two pasts

Distortion

Light curves
Tomorrow’s hopes
With the rain

Mirrors

Mirror mirror
Who’s the nicest frog
On all bog

The Collector

Collecting leaves
For long forgotten
Booklets of mine

Return

Stopped to admire
Beauties for long forgotten
Spring in blades of leaves

Shine

Winter sleeves
Through the coldness
Mornings shine

Moonlight

Wavering thoughts
With no stone to throw
There is the moon

Twilight

The outspreading dawns
In one’s single-minded night
What a punishment

Quivers

A bent forwards
Another backwards
The willow's way

Fishing

Small things catch
The gist of others
Ain’t that fishy

Inquiry

Where is that spark
That lets minds tremble
For a heart’s sake

Quack

Wild ducks’ quacks
On a morning road
A stranger ducks

Jump

Learn to jump
Over the pond
Ain’t no frog

Fishy

Walking on tip-toes
To not awake the anglers  
Cold fishy morning

Caprice

Beautiful houses
Taken by the raged river
Rapid vanity

Beyond

Beyond the starts
A wish lives further
Transparent clouds

Night

Bamboo moves from dawns to dark
Lighten sounds, reaching the bunk

Pieces four from the same sprout
Made by hand by an old monk

Prayers scend, more of an embrace
Of the dark night, from one’s faith

Puzzle

Two bowls of soup
Tiles black and white
Where should I go

Lighten

One changes hearts
By changing minds
In one’s prayer

Fishing

Settling wind
The fish stopped biting
From my dreams

Steps

I see your steps
In blades of grass
Your soul found rest

Wander

Where rest your thoughts
Long after midnight
The sleep is gone

Spring

Look around, in spin of thoughts
Night’s a chant moving within

Stars that melt in songs of birds
Love’s an errant, in outward spin

Here and there the spring finds a home
So is my heart in unknown

White Noise

Road-hitting snowflakes
Then all the white quietness
Of pushing the car

Scream

Screaming on roof
The town seems so small
Into one’s rage

Flow

Softer the mind
Smoother the wavings
Of one’s sailing

Softer the wind
Longer the journey
Of one’s being

Softer the light
More lightened the path
Of one’s flowing