Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.