Realizing this year how much spring is the season of water. The water in the Ira brook is at its clearest this time of year. It's like the rocks and gravel at the bottom of the stream have been scrubbed.
That spring long ago at Naniwa in Tsu:
Was it all just a dream?
Now only dead leaves on the tall reeds
rustle in the wind.
Saigyo
Zen page-a-day calendar
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