Poems by Santoka Taneda

today again,
soaking wet
I walk on an unknown road

 

there is nothing else I can do;
I walk on and on

 

my heart is weary —
the mountains, the sea
are too beautiful

the breeze from the mountains
in the wind bell
makes me want to live

 

alone
listening
to a woodpecker

 

picking
the nameless flower
I offer it to buddha

 

all day long I said nothing
the sound of the waves

 

alone, I watch the moon
sink behind the mountain

 

just as it is --
it rains, I get wet, I walk

 

No path but this one --
I walk alone