Pathway to Japanese Literature

The sun is the honey of the gods.
The horizon is a rafter.
The sky is a beehive hanging from that rafter.
The shining air is its bee’s egg.

Chandogya Upa. III I. I.

Here in the celestial realm
Powder snow falls……
Living shadow
I kneel in snow
Licking that silver hand.

Delirium

Theft goldfish

Burglary trumpet

Extortion fiddle

Gambling cat

Fraud sarasa

Corruption velvet

Adultery apple

Assault skylark

Murder tulip

Abortion shadow

Riot snow

Arson marumero

Kidnapping castella.

Grand Proclamation

Kamige Harigane

Platinum hands joined

Platinum hands have parted.

Smoldering rolled tobacco.

From the eye of the silver fish upon the desk
Aiming at the woman's navel
Gushed forth a fount
None might know
In the celestial realm glittered blooming flowers

Eye of the silver fish

Make the crimson glass dance.

Curve.

All there.

Midday.

A speeding automobile.

The automobile loaded fish,
and crushed them,
leaving behind a radiant commotion.
Hand.
The trunk was silver.
The gold of falling leaves.

The hand of sorrow extended.
Shook the tree.
A single celestial hand.
Autumn's flesh-and-blood hand.
Danced.

Storm.

Storm.

Let there be light upon the weeping willow.

Of the infant

Umbilical Bud

Mercury Kesshitekiria

Spring comes.

Soles of feet!

“Roll the storm.”

In love’s rending

Do they mourn oolong tea?

The storm

The storm was kicked up to heaven.

Pattern.

Everywhere there are jars.

The bats within—

Emblem of Dark Night.

Ascending Funazaka Hill
A hazy epileptic triangle
Roses blooming in decayed flesh
And now, a faint spasm of love.
False Speech
Biolon's torso space
The hoof of a pregnant cow
In Truth—all
There existed a certain melancholy.
The brittle aftermath of a kiss

The green of wheat sprouts
And that color is indigo,
The texture of metal and stone
A dangling woman's leg
Tawny with snow's nature
The lonely silver-gray of a mole's fur
Yellow vertigo, star of penitence.
Winter sky's airplane

A glaring-eyed crow perched on a dead branch.
Brand.
In the blue sky.
Released silver fish.
For kin.
Planted roses.
Concerning Love

Eyes are gold coins
Footprints silver coins

And then sleet fell

Shedding tears.
The winter of matter's spirit came—
but was already gone.
In the blue sky,

In the blue sky,
Fish swim.
My sigh—
profoundly—

Fish swim.

Fish fins

Releasing light

Here and there

Aimlessly

Countless fish swim.

In the blue sky,

Fish swim.

Those fish

Those fish have hearts.

À FUTUR

Who waited?
It was the marching song of buds performing in unison upon the sandbag.
The sun’s reveler writhed in agony, tumbling wildly—the music of heart’s sunflowers.
A chest of malformed fetuses never to be born, pure white shadows of countless legs writhing, my flesh riddled with bottomless holes... With a silver long-handled javelin, I groped for the praise of facts coiling through night.

Who waited for me?

The footsteps of dawn drew near.
The pallid lamp dripped tears.
O sleeping storm.
O, the grave that grace had drenched lay veiled in violet-crimson mists of sin, flowers trembling intimately with nerves.
And yet, what did the sickly moon—bereft of light—seek to find in the scent of vanished snow within the thicket?
O Storm.
O my phantom ear.

The happy hands of the sad clock surrounding me—a miracle combed my soft hair.
Who was it calling me back?
My arm stretched already to the distant sky.
Were one to adorn words with dreams blending blue and vermilion, first strike down the drunken North Star.
A light piercing love and silence like a violin's string.
Hope.
Smoke.
Life.
And everything.

Bats and frost and seeds of things became my freedom.
My faith rested upon vermilion lips.
Into which sea's hand would you fall, O soul?
You flustered like a dragonfly of autumn days.
You revived small as a bookworm licking books.
"Soul! Know the fragile delicate beast's philosophy crawling upon your contours."
A winged voice.
Truth's indulgence.
Again you must beg blessing from perishing forms.

Wisdom welling from the essence of festering lust.
Drown and forget your own fiddle.
My secret, embracing the universe as it staggers upward from within the stamen, fragrant.

The trees know my loneliness, and the jar tilts.
And whispers come from behind the shoulder; lament loves invisible toys.
The cat’s pupils stood upright outside my film.
Hazy crystal joy.
The scent of an untainted demon’s skin spiraling upward toward the heavens.

Mischievous temptation prostrated before reason…

What a pained landscape this is.
When was I born?
Where did I come from?
In whichever sorrowful style of clay’s sound and metal’s color—a prayer of fire floating like a boat within my sacred mud ditch.
Blind connoisseur.
Self-worship.
My piano has split; though the passing shower came and went, yet the fruit of attachment remains unripe.

Intuition burns afar.
A bell deceived sinks.
The coffin advances.
The slain self births itself anew.
The coffin advances.
Soundlessly it advances.
The water strider's consciousness revolves.

The scent of dawn lingered.
Fallen leaves fell.
Fallen leaves.
Tormented yearning.
In desire that choked and clung, I burned away the once-hidden green impression.
Consider even dolls.
Let the peace of palms swim forth.
Seeping through hidden darkness, the hum of life's kite resounded.
Joy is ephemeral.
Snake is infinite.
Having severed the silver string and snapped the arrow of happiness, the wretch wept in modern fashion.
Be that as it may, I shall hasten along the endless path of melancholy.

My dead mule that tentatively opened its eyes, the mule that carried me—Memory.
To lose the world.
That became the site where noble and lewd sarume kissed.
Because of sopura.
All because of sopura.
The cruel cricket swelled with eggs; the butterfly weakened; daffodils found no solace; the dove that never returned left only dazzling memories.

Oh, was it Serapimu who yawned?
Dawn brushed against cheeks.
The blueprint of my worthless schemes - beauty's confession straying about their edges.
Tenets of drowsing faiths.
Black maggots severed from antiquity.
Kirisuto creeping through nose through mouth through eyes through navel's hollow.
Art's visor-mask.
There they daubed the idol in gilt anew.

Who waits.
And what calls me back.
The speechless frenzy of a ghost creeping along the eyelid's edge.
A mermaid's song circling the hook.
To deliver the coup de grâce to color, an antiquated trembling rhythm awoke from the depths.
In the glass of the pale red window—the obverse and reverse of spirit and flesh—I discovered a flaw that might or might not exist.
(I must tend to the water jar atop this heavy brain.)

My mule was tethered to a cross on the rear hill.
And lazily, without stinting its fodder, it kept crying through this long day of idleness.

Paradise

radiant tranquil light

Mud-covered pig.

here... and there...

Snake coil

Autumn clarifies.

The fountain of my eyes

Yearning.

Goat’s horns sharp.

Fit.

Something flows.

Close your eyes and see.

That which flows without sound

My boat flows from its source.

Mandala

This fruit

Ripens on the tree

All day long.
Targeted by a snake.
This fruit.
Glistened.

tree of life
Sadness.
In sorrow
in sorrow
I wiped my falling tears.

I will offer a cup of cloudy sake.

The crystalline fragrance of an autumn day.

Starving, I knew the path's distance.

Divine hand's reed

Divine feet were mud-covered.

Cape.

The cape's glow.

Fish swarmed under the cape.
The cape brimmed full.
The sky cleared.

At the cape stood a single finger.

October
Silver fish vibrant
Fingertips' sting-throbs

Truth.

Truth is alone.

Mountain vivid.

Snow draws nigh.

impression

The wheat field's dread…

The wheat field's dread.
The fragrance ripens and decays in rhythm.
Hushed, windless.

Hark—to timeworn noon's stagnant breath—
Tormented thoughts beading sweat—
The murdered golden embryo—
Indigo wheat ears each and every one—

The desolate shadow stands encircled.

Upholding Precepts

Plants and trees.

If I believe,

Snow falls.

If one severs a centipede,

Fingers shone.

Light.

In divine hair

Clustered wheat ears

Dripping forehead

Body blue sky

In the pupil

Discovered a skylark’s nest.

Innate Nature

The crow

The crow slept on the tree
The bean
Inside the pod
Of an autumn day

Truth

hill's field

Golden.

Pattern.

Definitively clear.

Beyond the seams.

Autumn clarity.

Cardinal direction.
It was already fixed.
Vast Indigo Sky.
Power lines roared.
Pierced through the spaces between power lines.
Engraved:
Derelict garden’s
Every single tree and blade of grass

Flesh-heart

Porcelain.

Crystal orb.
Hand of celestial light.
Myriad hands.
Those hands
immersed in trembling water.
Eyes vivid.

Twilight.
The dread of twilight.
Kitchen corner’s onion
Immersed in dim fragrance

The blue buds sprouted.

All sins universally—

Travels along the sliding window’s wire.

さりゆてゑしよん

pure silver Frost Month's

drenched through in pure silver Frost Month’s light

One thought

Wisdom mounted on the orb

There's no skull here, hey you,

The orb draws shadows.

It hid in the roadside grass.

鑿心抄

Autumn deepens

In desolation.
A squirrel’s cry.
Make the eyes line up eternally.

＊

I erect a cross

I erected upon my chest
From dawn till dusk
I stabbed the insect of the flesh-heart

＊

Silver
The true year's bell
In the treetop
Silent.
My sky.
Upon my hand
Swaying swaying
It drips.

＊

Mountains have mountains' beliefs.
People have people's contours.
Flesh.
Leprous winter night sky.
Tunnel of the Holy Spirit.
Fuoku mourned the death throes.
Pure Silver Dining Car.
On the tabletop there was a kiss.
Tabletop eternal life—I lamented.

Daytime

old person's doze

The doze

Drank a silver needle.

Orb-riding girl

winter day's throes
at the flower's tip

The hanging blue sky.
To thee,
The vast sky.

Pure silver.

Ship gravid.

Watercourse.

One thought.

In the belly.
There was a navel.
Phosphorus.
I cut a finger.
Airplane.
Blue wheat sprouts.

In loneliness.

In loneliness.

I scraped away my eyes.

In the sky, a platinum leg.

Torso violet.

Winter was confined in the navel.

Midday.

A single line of smoke rose.

Afternoon.

A fading yellow floral hairpin

Still held preciously.

Inserted into the hair was the storehouse roof's

Nameless grass.

In patches, a rotting late spring…

An old empty jar rolled by the wall edge.

One was large; the others were small.

And they were planning something secretly dreadful.

On the lonely wall of that shadow,
Soaked up to the knees in the gloomy afternoon light,
Within the pupils trembled the cilia of a gentle breeze.
Landscape.

Pure silver mosaic.

Field of rapeseed flowers.

Field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers
field of rapeseed flowers
field of rapeseed flowers

faint wheat flute

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers
field of rapeseed flowers
skylark's chatter
field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

field of rapeseed flowers

Stopping is the daytime moon.

field of rapeseed flowers.

Temptation.

the faint tentacles of the moon

The jufuteria of rose shadows

All the pupils lost there

Those fill the jar to overflowing.

The quince's swell

the sagging of space

And the weight of love

The sorrow within the magnifying glass.

Winter.

Installing an electric current in the bosom

pearl necklace’s iriyujyon

dazzling light

thrust it out abruptly

That famished crystal’s hand…

O wine cup
What foolish snow!
What a... fountain at staring fingertips.

Prayer.
Fishhooks hung from sky.
Phantom golden fish
In loneliness
In loneliness
I drank that hook alone.

In loneliness

Drink that needle.