What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

Dry creek glimpsed by lightning

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--

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