Quotes About Serenity

How still it is! Stinging into the stones, The locusts' trill.

Moon woke me up nine times —still just 4 a.m.

Pausing between clouds the moon rests in the eyes of its beholders

Chrysanthemum Silence - monk Sips his morning tea.

A warbler singing— somewhere beyond the willow, before the thicket

An old silent pond... A frog jumps into the pond, splash! Silence again.

Lonely stillness— a single cicada's cry sinking into stone

Even in Kyoto     longing for Kyoto            hototogisu

A bush-warbler, Coming to the verandah-edge, Left its droppings On the rice-cakes.

There are also times when we feel like taking to the road ourselves, seizing the raincoat lying nearby, or times when we feel like sitting down till our legs take root, enjoying the scene we picture before our eyes. (Written by Soryu as a postscript)

Violets – how precious on a mountain path.

El viejo estanque una rana se sumerge ruido de agua

Más alto que las alondras reposo en pleno cielo sobre el puerto de la montaña

Under one roof, courtesans and monks asleep— moon and bush clover

Autumn is leaving you'd like to hide in an opium poppy

Under the cherry/blossom soup/blossom salad.

Suvvia, andiamo a contemplare la neve fino a cadervi dentro.

An old silent pond. Into the pond a frog jumps. Splash. Silence again.

On the coldest night, we two sleeping together— how comfortable!

Sparrows in eaves, mice in ceiling - celestial music.

One after another In silent succession fall The flowers of yellow rose - The roar of tumbling water.

The butterfly perfuming it's wings fans the orchid - Matsuo Basho

There we did begin, Cloisterd in the waterfall, Our summer discipline.

She gave me peace just by looking at her, which might explain why I looked at her for too long, and with too much intensity in my eyes. The way people never look at people anymore. I wanted her in every sense.