To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy spring. No sooner do they see the light of the world, stretching their longing heads out from the cracks in the snow, than they are instantly nipped off. For these plants isn't the sorrow as deep as that of the child's parents whose child had accidentally died? They say everything in the plant and tree kingdom attains Buddhahood. Then they, too, must have Buddha-nature.

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop

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

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.

Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together

Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?