A cool wind.
No parting regrets -
Evening potato leaves,
Fluttering in the wind.
- Taneda Santoka
I just got back from a tour in Hawaii, where I spent a few days on a taro farm. The leaves fascinated me - I watched them bobbing and waving in the wind for some time, wondering if there was a Hawaiian proverb about the character of a person who saw the leaves as nodding or waving, or shaking heads...
This morning, I came across the poem above and learned about Taneda Santoka, who was a nonconformist alchoholic monk poet. His life was kind of tragic, but and before he died he wrote this. So peaceful.
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