# Nanao Sakaki

Just Enough

Soil for legs
Axe for hands
Flower for eyes
Bird for eyes
Mushroom for nose
Smile for mouth
Songs for lungs
Sweat for skin
Wind for mind

# Egon Bondy

House of the sun

A robinīs love call
On a pine tree top
Indian summer

Today
Somewhere
Somebody
Makes a nuclear bomb
Just to kill you
Indian summer

Three Tiny
Yellow flowers of
Dandelion


# Bob Uchida

Sweet country Kumano

*Look tea flowers blooming, so pretty

Bending my back,
I clear abandoned rice field
Wake up, long sleeping paddy,
wake up
Far away brook whispering
Night will come back soon
with sky full of stars

**Come back sweet country
Kumano come back
Come back anytime,
Kumano come back

(*repeat)
Repairing abandoned house
I kindle fire, to heaven smoke rising
Fresh air drying the old house
In kitchen my sweetheart
cooking sweet potatoes
(**Repeat)

(*repeat)
Man leaves mountain remains
Mountain leaves earth remains
Chilly wind blows endlessly
From endless mountain range
(**Repeat)

(*Repeat)
It is just a nightmare
you were dreaming
nothing too late with your smile
Come back sweet country Kumano
Today violets blooming on the trail
(**Repeat)

# Nanao Sakaki

Winter flower trails

After two days snowing
A rosy evening glow.

You remember suddenly
The star shining in daytime
And flowers blooming here in summer.

Star light
Snow light
An icy thistle field.

Staggering with heavy boots
You break dry flowers
Into small pieces of the sun.

Start here
Your footprints
Animal tracks
Flower trails

Shine over the zodiacal light
Along the Milky Way

# Gary Snyder

O waters

O waters
wash us, me,
under the wrinkled granite
straight-up slab,

and sittng by camp in the pine shade
Nanao slepping,
mountains humming and crumbing
snowfields melting
soil
building on tiny ledges
for wild onions and the flowers
Blue
Polemonium

great
earth
sangha

# Gary Snyder

Pine tree tops

in the blue night
frost haze, the sky glows
with the moon
pine tree tops
bend snow-blue, fade
into sky, frost, starlight.
the creak of boots.
rabbit tracks, deer tracks,
what do we know.


# Gary Snyder

For the children

The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, giong up,
up, as we all
go down

In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children :

stay together
learn the flowers
go light