Impermanence is swift

In the summer of 1690, Matsuo Basho was 56 years old, staying at the Unreal Hut (幻獣庵 Genju-an) beside Lake Biwa near Otsu. He had just completed his long journey that one day would day become, Oku no Hosomichi (Journey to the Far North). all that I see will soon die, but one finds no Continue reading Impermanence is swift