Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop