20 November 2012

From The Sky

Autumn wind of eve,
blow away the clouds that mass
over the moon's pure light
and the mists that cloud our mind,
do thou sweep away as well.
Now we disappear,
well, what must we think of it?
From the sky we came.
Now we may go back again.
That's at least one point of view.

-Death poem of Hôjô Ujimasa (1538-1590 ) shortly before he committed Seppuku.