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.
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.