Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.