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13 poems of scattering.
in 13 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- leaves falling I keep on walkingThe Begging Bowl
- the sasanqua in the rain not even fallingThe Begging Bowl
- the tea flowers, i let them just keep falling as they fallOne Man Within
- sparrows dancing! dandelions scattering!One Man Within
- here once again the wild roses are scatteringOn the Begging Road
- falling — the persimmon leaves; blooming — the tea flowers at their heightWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- a shrike cries out and those leaves fallWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- willow leaves fall and there I begin my beggingFrom Journey to Journey
- I'm taking the picture now — the maple leaves are fallingFrom Journey to Journey
- tomorrow I'll go home cherry blossoms fall keep falling down on meFrom Journey to Journey
- from somewhere or other they come scattering down — the sentiment of leavesA Landscape of Weeds
- blooming quietly and fallingA Landscape of Weeds
- vaguely, here and there, like leaves scatteringCold and Alone
He wrote falling as often as blooming. What scatters is petals and leaves — and, some day, himself. “Blooming quietly and falling.”