"My grandmother house" by Fujieda Teruo

old lodging
even poor
reach heavenly sky

the old grandma's lodging
even poor
by love reach the heavenly sky
memory of a child

grandmothers love
don´t disguise
true richness

nor rich nor poor
old mothers love
don't disguise true richness

poor shed
unconditional love
child don't forget

mansion ore poor women's shed
love has same condition
in the heart of a grandchild

My grandmother was not rich, she lost here home during the ww2, and husband too. The house was bought of the natziz. But she learned me that love overcome everyting and put wealth and poor doom in the shadow... my Japanese touch of this my memories are made and coverted into a Japanese setting, which is half fiction and mostly true. But the real thing happend in Norway.
Roy Lindquist

Katakoto and Dôshin - Haiku by Roy

sophisticated words
in abstract dance
float ahead into the sky

innocent child
play with words
so easy that even an adult smile

words create pictures
man remember in pictures
and the words dies

I have learned that man thinks in pictures, explain in words to replica his own thought to another individual, who then again store an image in his own photo library. When more defuse the messages are, then the picture can change totally and become quit different than from the original.
I agree some think this is the art of the intellectuals, the high class art for the "upper circle" of artists and public!
There is a saying in the bible: "If you don't become like a child, you will not enter into the heaven"....
I have worked for many years with children and adults in preaching the Gospel in Sunday school and Churches and learned that if you speak to an audience as to a child, everyone will understand. But if you try to be very intellectually and very sophisticated, trying to overcome another intellectual preacher and his speech, you end up in the sky and over the head of the listener. Making pictures gets more complicated.
Which poem and which speeches do you remember most? That's the one you have the clearest picture to store in your mind.

Please read about this issue on my Blog ( thoughts by Professor Tsubouchin Nenten) click

Persimmon tree

photo:(c)Tomo.Yun (www.yunphoto.net/en/)

Persimmon tree
autumns joy
speechless

thousand lanterns
on a single tree
breathless moment

Only God can
draw its beauty
on a piece of paper

Haiku by Fujieda Teruo
Roy Lindquist

Railroad to Roppongi

Railroad to Roppongi station
dark night
lonesome rider

pedestrian lane
Shibuya
cobweb of passing souls


Kasumigaseiki building
people like ants
blossom dies

Count our days

Gently august wind
thousand birchtree seeds floats silently
cover my lap

oneness
this instant
nothing more

western wind
whisper my name
counted days

even garbage........

even garbage salad
own
its beauty


even the smallest star
has its place
heaven enjoy

Right now...we live; Haiku

under same sky
simultaneously breath
you and me

swallows gathers
on telephone string
listen to conversation of blind people

Crows and seagull
discuss latest news
from the buzzing waves

no roses
roe-deer happily guilty
empty garden

no dream can catch
two dancing butterflies,
love