The temple bell dies awayby Matsuo Basho
English version by R. H. Blyth
Original Language Japanese
The temple bell dies away.
The scent of flowers in the evening
Is still tolling the bell.
|-- from Zen in English Literature and Oriental Classics, by R. H. Blyth|
/ Image by FideNullo /
This haiku evokes a rich scene for me: Twilight in springtime, with evening descending. Basho sitting outside beneath the eaves of his house, and we sit there with him. We don't hear the temple bell itself, but the sustained reverberation after as it fades into the failing light. Our eyelids half open, we take a deep breath of the evening air and catch the honeyed scent of spring blossoms. That gentle aroma surrounds us and fills all the land as it comes to rest about us. We take another breath, slow and deep in through the nose, and hold it for a moment to taste the sweet world we inhabit. Falling silent in that still moment, we hear a ghost of a sound, a whisper, a ringing, in the inner ear. The nearby temple may have moved on with its activities, but the bell still resonates within us, calling our awareness to the eternal.
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