For his morning tea a monk sits down in utter silence — confronted by chrysanthemums.Basho
This entry was posted on March 30, 2012 by carinaragno. It was filed under enlightenment, flowers, life, nature, poetry and was tagged with basho, haiku, morning tea, poetry.
Have a great weekend!!
March 30, 2012 at 3:19 pm
thank you 🙂
March 30, 2012 at 4:08 pm
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