Zen Haiku's of Zen Master Basho

• Stillness everywhere.
  The cicada's voice
  Pierces rocks.
   
• A cloud,
  Trying to enwrap the moonbeams,
  A monsoon shower.
   
• Old pond frog jump
  in water
  sound
   
• I clap my hands
  And with the echoes
  It begins the dawn --
  The summer moon.
   
• For his morning tea
  A monk sits down in utter silence --
  Confronted by chrysanthemums.
   
• Mad with poetry,
  I stride like chikusai
  Into the wind.
   
• The crescent moon --
  The eastern sky is dark,
  And the sound of a bell.
   
• Birth of art --
  Song of rice planters,
  Chorus from nowhere.
   
• Only the shell
  Of the cicada left?
  Did it sing itself out of existence?
   
• When a thing is said,
  The lips become very cold
  Like the autumn wind.
   
• When i look carefully,
  I see the nazunia blooming
  By the hedge! - Basho

Zen Haiku's of Basho - Part2