Devoted to the way.
“I've worn out my body in journeys that are as aimless as the winds and clouds, and expended my feelings on flowers and birds. But somehow I've been able to make a living this way, and so in the end, unskilled and talentless as I am, I give myself wholly to this one concern, poetry.”
— Bashō, in a letter to a friend.
A notebook entry from notes on the way, sharing about Bashō and my own journey in poetry and the way.