Every land is the holy land– Watch where the branches of the willows bend! And some haikus… Black Elk, Le Guin, Issa on Friday!



Every land is the holy land

by Ursula K. Le Guin (November 2006)


From a saying of Black Elk
Watch where the branches of the willows bend
See where the waters of the rivers tend
Graves in the rock, cradles in the sand
Every land is the holy land
Here was the battle to the bitter end
Here’s where the enemy killed the friend
Blood on the rock, tears on the sand
Every land is the holy land
Willow by the water bending in the wind
Bent till it’s broken and it will not stand
Listen to the word the messengers send
Life like the broken rock, death like the sand
Every land is the holy land


And some haikus for Friday:

The distant mountains
are reflected in the eye
of the dragonfly

Frog and I,
to eyeball.

A sheet of rain.
Only one man remains among
cherry blossom shadows

What good luck!
Bitten by
this year’s mosquitoes too.



Spring Haikus by Issa – Japanese poet.


Early spring –            From the bough
stream flows            floating downriver,
toward my door        insect song.

In spring rain
A pretty girl

Face of the spring moon —
About twelve years old,
I’d say.

The cricket
proudly pricks up its whiskers
and sings

My spring is just this: 
a single bamboo shoot, 
a willow branch

Moist spring moon – 
raise a finger 
and it drips.

The spring day 
In the pools.

Blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music.


A world of trials, 
and if the cherry blossoms, 
it simply blossom


Moon, plum blossoms, 
this, that, 
and the day goes.

Not very anxious 
to bloom, 
my plum tree

The new year arrived 
in utter simplicity – 
and a deep blue sky

People working fields, 
from my deepest heart, I bow. 
Now a little nap.

Before I arrived, 
who were the people living here? 
Only violets remain.