With clear melting dew,
I’d try to wash away the dust
of this floating world
Drawing purifying
water—like the monks’ footsteps,
so clear and so cool
Buried under moss
and ivy leaves, but from within
the tomb, a faint prayer
In the sea-surf edge
mingling with
bright small shells ..
bush-clover petals
Mountain-rose petals
falling, falling,
falling now ...
waterfall music
Matsuo Basho 1644 - 1694