Bashō's Road

to the small poem and the quiet voice within



My real dwelling
Has no pillars
And no roof either
So rain cannot soak it
And wind cannot blow it down


  1. Sandra McPherson

    December 8, 2010 at 11:44 pm

    Secretly the real dwelling has, is, can, will, does, something of some sort, maybe we hope! Has something to love?

  2. I’ll bite! Izzit the house of the third little pig??? :>}

  3. Robert M. Zoschke

    December 9, 2010 at 5:18 am

    Came down from my
    Ivory tower
    And found no world

    Jack Kerouac–1955

  4. This is the classic statement of the Oriental ascetic.
    He needs no prop, no cover, he is confident in his principles and cannot be washed or blown away. the ultimate epitaph!

  5. Certainly is intriguing.

  6. Yes!!!

    THIS is your style, Norb.

  7. Nice painting – Hut of the Blind Donkey?

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