Dark clouds lift and take my soul;
taunted by spring sun and blossoms,
fades into clair de lune,
and kisses the moon,
her friendly face
the soft pale blue of porcelain glaze.
I stand at the window and gaze
at a night-blackened empty street,
no cars pass,
no people strolling by,
but after the dark clouds of lunacy,
moon and stars stud a clear sky.
Kim M. Russell, 24th March 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Now I Can See…
Mish is hosting Poetics today with some enlightening words from Mizuta Masahide, the 17th century samurai and poet, a student of Basho: “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”
Mish reminds us that, in Zen poetry, the moon often symbolizes the truth or ultimate awareness and, in this quotation, the burning barn could be the hardship or catastrophic loss we must experience in order for the sky and mind to clear, creating a new view, and a possible awakening.
Mish links this to the current world crisis, in which it may seem as though we are watching pieces of our normal life breaking away.
Mish asks us what we see? Is it something we haven’t seen before or something we’ve forgotten? What does Masahide’s represent to us and what do our burning barns look like? That’s what we’re writing about today.