no fish, no breeze
no shade from the blazing sun
no one in sight
*
casting shadows
east to west, north to south
three trees
*
making friends
gazing out at the water
how cool
Santoka felt that haiku was life itself—“For me, to live is to make haiku. Haiku is my life.” His three precepts were: Don’t waste anything, don’t get angry, don’t complain. He wrote about day-to-day life, accepting everything that came his way, without complaining or clinging to ideas of self or others, good or bad, life or death. This was not easy.
I agree, it’s not easy. And right now, I’m just doing my best to accept the heat and make most of it.
