March 03rd, 2017

The third one crooked;
The second one leaning
Bamboos have grown
By the stone steps of the garden
Every year
There are more of them
Until now they are a forest
At the clack of a stone on bamboo
Hsiang-yet shattered
The uncountable worlds,
But this garden
Continues in its green shade
Just as before

Muso Soseki (1275-1351)