Betraying the Blossoms

Cherry blossoms filling the ground,
Sunset filling my eyes:
Blossoms vanished, spring old,
I feel the passing years.
When blossoms were at their finest I neglected to call.
The blossoms did not betray me.
I betrayed the blossoms.

- Ishikawa Jozan (1583-1672)

Aikijutsu Academy of Indianapolis